Minggu, 12 Juni 2016

A diamond Cannot Pay the Beauty of Sharing to the World

She just wants to live a meaningful life. She just needs to make others feel the happiness she feels in her life. She only wants to share her valuable knowledge to the world, so it won`t be a waste. That are things she wants to do in her life, to be useful to the others.

That`s why she decided to walk through the lonely path, to the far away journey, passing the strong wind and an ocean of trash. That`s when she decided to join, to wish for a change.

This is a story of a young girl who volunteer to teach the unfortunate kids how to see the world differently, how to face the cruel world, and how to speak the world alien language.

Every week for three months, on one cheerful day, she came out from her shell. Slowly walking to her absolute destination, a road to a river. A river town, that`s how she described a place where she presented her knowledge to the one who want to accept the gift. It is also a place where she found a hidden diamond in the pile of  trash. What a pity diamond, it is wasted until it is found by the world.

There, others may think that she voluntary taught the unfortunate kids about English, about other useful knowledge. The kids only knew that she introduced them about the alien language, she taught them to speak the language in amusing way. She also let them know how to love the world, how to respect people around them, and how to be a good human. But she said to me that she gives nothing, instead she learns many things. Life is about learning something, so everywhere you go you have to be able to understand what you have learned. That`s what she thinks every time she went to the river town. She did nothing but learn. She learned how to be grateful, she learned about being patient, and she learned how to go out of the comfort zone.
It`s been a wonderful three months, that`s what she said to me. Meeting little angles, being able to share many things, and finding a hidden diamond in the pile of the trash. 

There are A LOT of people who live with unfortunate condition, and that is not God`s fault. They are exist because there are others who
live to help them, to give them something, to support, to persuade them to change their life. That`s why the fortunate people live. The fortunate people cannot be shellfish with everything they have, because they don`t live in their own world. They live in God`s world, which consists of the unfortunate one.

The main thing of volunteering is about giving. Giving something without hoping or asking for anything in return. Giving is not only about money, it can be giving knowledge, giving support, giving experience, giving other things that people cannot buy with money.








Minggu, 07 Februari 2016

How to be Happy

To make a bowl of happiness
A bunch of love, slice it without removing the essence
A bundle of sacrifice with a wide smile and pure heart
Add a bottle of kindness, be careful not to spoil the intention
A plate of compassion, scatter it until there is no tension
Put one glass of loyalty in the honest action
Pour a lot of truth to get a better condition
Mix all the ingredients with gratitude in all circumstances
Swallow it to your heart, feel it with sincerity
And bring it all into this long journey

Poem by NL

The Green World

The wind comes and blows away the world

Hey you! Are you okay up there?
I am okay
I am you, we have been doing this together, we give strength to each other
There is nothing to worry about

Even though God will never unite us
But we have one heart
A bond that cannot vanish throughout time
There is nothing to worry about


By the way, how`s down there?
Sticking around is my specialty
I live for you, I was born for you, I will not let it go
So, don`t worry


The storm has passed
The world is in  peace now

Hey you up there!
I know you need to let go some friends
I really want to do something for you, but I can`t
and I`m sorry

Friends are always like that
Come and go
There is nothing to worry about

Hey you, the source of my life!
Thank you for being strong
Thank you for always supporting me
 Someday, after the wind, I will come down
 to see you, to be with you, and to start the beginning


A poem by NL