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Living a Beautiful Life


Thirty two years old and more. May be I’v passed a half of my life. Or maybe more. I don’t know, and will never know. Maybe close, maybe still far enaugh. Wich certainly is that I’ll pass away some day. Now, I like to have a little contemplate, try to take a reflection from my life.
Life is Beautiful. There is a movie about it, use that sentence as  title. Ya, life is beautiful. I feel it. Mostly when I think about what I’v reach in life. To many blessing that Allah have gave me. When I let my mind fly trough my journey of life, wow, some times no world that represent how thanksfull I am.
 My childhood, how beautiful it was. Lived in a peace little village. How beautiful is my village. Wherever I am facing, I always see a great viewer. Vast paddy fileds, rolling green hills, blue mountains and sky, birds and kites flying. It is beautifull. Now I live far enaugh from my home village, but every time I return to that village, I enjoy it much. And my familly is still live there too.
So many memories that I think I’ll never forget. How I plied with my friends, how I passed my school years, how I helped my parents bussiness. In the field, in the kitchen. My father has a narrow field not too far from our house. Some times I, my brothers and my mother helped my father doing his job; pulling the weeds, picking the rice or corn, irrigate the field, etc. And at home, my mother make porridge from glutinous rice to be sell. I used to help her cook, cut, and pack it.
Ya, I realized, in the other side, I have passed a hard life too. So many trouble I had to face, so often I had to handle a heavy heart. So much sorrow, so much crying. But in a possitive view, all was lessons, all built my maturity. And whatever difficult and hard the road I have passed, for now, it were beautiful memories.
Now I’m not a child anymore. And every time I still have to be very thankful to Allah.

It is exactly true, we can never count the blessing of Allah. Never. In envery breath we take, Allah never absent to give us blessing. A healty physical, familly, friends, job, activities, hobby, entertainment, smile, laugh. And the breath itself is a great blessing. We have to be so thanksfull that we still can breath easly.  No difficullity, no payment. All free. And when we still breating, we still alive. Living a beautifull life.
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