It’s been a while since I last post a blog post here — 495 days to be exact.
“Why has it been this long?” you asked.
Stopped dead on my track, I found the answer not comforting.
I’ve been deceived.
By the four words that comes out to others’ “How are you?”
That slowly numbing, mindlessly thrown “So far so good.”
I should have stopped and asked myself how I am really doing.
I should have treated myself how I’d have treated others.
But.. Isn’t it too late to start now?
*photo credits: canva.com by Matheus Guimarães from Pexels
It’s Friday morning. May 8th 2015. A surprise.
I was added to a Whatsapp group called “Young MENSA Indonesia”. There, I joined the “SIG (Special Interest Group) Books”. As the name suggests, it’s a group of people taking interest in reading, of any kind of books. (Thanks for not puling a prank on me, Erik!)
But, what is my mission in joining Mensa?
Type “mission definition”, in google.com and you are likely to find these three definitions:
- An important assignment carried out for political, religious, or commercial purposes, typically involving travel.
- The vocation or calling of a religious organization, especially a Christian one, to go out into the world and spread its faith.
- A strongly felt aim, ambition, or calling.
Upon reading the third one, I heard a whisper, “Do I have it?” Continue reading “Is Your Mission as Morale as Google’s?”
There is a saying that when you don’t expect you won’t get hurt. However, a friend of mine, an unholy human being, couldn’t manage to have no hope, whether the hope for better living, better environment, or better human relationship.
With an expectation that I would be able to help her go through the depression she has been feeling for years, she told me a story, a story shared but never truly told.
A year has passed, the sound of the images I had captured in my mind is still buzzing, like it was just yesterday.
I was having uneasiness every morning at the office (the internet said I was having butterflies in my belly). It happened for a few months before I went to a psychologist, Continue reading “Elastic Heart – A feeling often felt and left at being felt?”