Dec #3

There’s no way that these assignments, cold weather and bleak emotions gonna bring me down. No way! Instead, I’ll embrace them and party over them. Well, not party, but a little something for myself. And why not? 😉

tears. years. friends. smiles.

Count your life by smiles, not by tears. 

Count your age by friends, not by years.

Tears and years. Smiles and friends.  don’t only rhymes. They are perfect combination.

Tears and years.

Yup. Through these years, I have been facing so many tearing days, good and bad. Maybe it is because of my melancholy personality that I shed so much tears in life. But whatever the reason was, I am very much thankful for every tears I shed.

Most tears are created by painful time. Time where, you have to let go every tension and anger and bitterness through salty liquid from your body that God created exactly for that reason. Some says they are the ones who made my eyes even more soggy and small. They get a point there. But, I believe that God intended every tears I shed for a very good cause. 

Open your mouth… wide…

I am an introvert.

You will not deny that when you are my neighbor.

But I do open my mouth.

And, yes, sometimes I open my mouth, wide.. enough.

Open mouth wide when there's thorn in life

Yes. Life is never fair. Please, don’t be naive by waiting that your course of life will eventually make life make sense. And that one day you will ever taste the fairness of life. I am pessimistic about that.

However, that doesn’t make life has lost it’s charming and joy. Not at all.

In life, you will notice that people love to use rose as their poetry subject. I am more a cactus person. Rose is a spoiled plant, for me. You have to work your ass off to take care of that flower to be able to see the beautiful feature of it. And that the thorn. As if your life is not annoyed enough by caring for it, it gives you a prick on your fingers every time you try to reach its beauty. With an element of surprise in it since sometimes you cannot see the thorns under those thick green leaves.

Cactus is a different story. It will survive without care and water more than rose can possibly bear. It does not give you surprises. It shows who it is in public, a thorny plant. You will always know that you need to be careful in order to avoid a prick on a finger. And the beautiful flower a cactus gives you, always on top. An unashamed, free to be enjoyed by all passerby-eyes.

Both have thorn. Which one do you prefer? Which resembles you more? Which ever it is. It has thorn. So keep your mouth open even if there’s thorn in your life. Keep your life enjoyable even though there’s prick on your finger.