[I know some people may think that I’m not supposed to post it but I am what I am and that is that, feel free to read and feel free to ignore, life’s a party, life’s a celebration, because life’s short]
Let me be honest, I feel discontentment every time I go to a place where I grew up, it is not because I hate the people that raised me up, I love them indeed, but I need respect and appreciation to my own belief system that I build by my own knowledge, and I didn’t get it there, and I’m tired arguing with people it consumes my energy, so it’s better for me just simply go, it’s good for me and good for them, and I’m tired stopping them intervening my personal matter, there, some people love to intervene and love to make standards for other people regarding to whom he or she should get married, I’m tired arguing in this matter, so it’s better for me to go, it’s good for them and me, and the worst thing, a silly, foolish, stupid and emotional question about my family tree still exists, even this time, they still consider it as my crime denying my family tree, as usual I really don’t have answer to them because my throat is so narrow to dispense answers, I don’t like dropping my tear in front of people, it’s totally lame.
And I feel excitement every time I go back to Jakarta, not because of it is a ‘posh’ city, not because of it’s the most advanced city in Indonesia, not because of it’s a gold digging city, no, it’s not, it’s the city where I have friends, real friends, it’s the place where I feel I can speak up things I have in my mind and my belief, there’s no such a silly, stupid and emotional question about my family tree, it’s the city where I’m respected as I am, not because of what my relatives did. And in this city I can have a dream, and my dream keeps growing and my dream lead my actions, and I know life’s short, and I want to live it in its fullest, traveling the globe as much as possible. Going to overseas? Yes I will be in ecstasy. And you’ll know it why.
God has a plan, and I’m in it.
