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I work for life.
Yes, life.


The day i formed in the womb, I started my work.
I breath, I grow, I learn, I change, I do everything for my life, trying to get a better life.


I have supervisors. I called them dad and mum.
They teach me the basic, they shape me.
I do not have a choice that time, so here comes my natural characteristic.


I have colleagues, tones of colleagues that I could hardly count.
Majority of them do not stay.
Some of them leave me impacts, some of them appear for seconds.
I choose what I wanna learn from them. I try to differentiate good and bad.


My work getting more stable, I leave my original place.
I less spend time with my supervisor, I less spend time to get their advises.
I work more with my colleagues, I makes my own choices.


I grow, at the same time trying to adapt the whole new world.


And I changed. Part of me changed in a good way and some of me changed another way.


2 years later I come back to my original places.
I expect myself to be matured but I am still not yet.
My supervisors stopped guiding me from step to step.
And this work is still in the beginning state.


It's heavy but it will be worth.
Believe it.

Summer?

                Last time when we were young, we fell in love, and we would describe it as the summer day. 

That time, we did not care about what was it bringing us to be, but we just naturally flew with the flow. It did not even once cross my mind that, what did it means for us. I was happy, didn’t you feel the same? So, why not?

                Now, things changed. We forced to grow up, forced to be mature. In the relationship, we expect stabilization. I want it to be more consistent, I do not want to wake up in the next morning and everything has different. We wanted to ask… But we tend to left it to ourselves as we did not want to shatter all the illusions of how great the past have been.

                In the end of the day, when things did not goes well, then what? In the end, you suffer, and you think she was the one, but she left you. You think of her every night, wasting your time. People said, the way to get over her is to write about her. Was it true? You started to focus in what you really want to be, and you heading to success. Thanks to the sadness, it led you to the light of your future.

                One day, you saw her at both of your favorite ground. You noticed a wedding ring on her finger. You curse her for leaving you. She just replies with smile and listens to you. When she was leaving, the last line from you was, “Hey, I do really hope that you are happy.” It was a wish for her deep down in your heart. She replied a splendid smile. This moment, you felt relief to yourself, and the hatreds gone.

                That was the summer. What just happened? It has just ended, and it was not too bad, didn’t it?

The autumn might be not too far away. 

 P/S: Inspired by 500 days of summer, 2009