Birthday has never been so important for me except (maybe) when I was 17 years old…. Sweet seventeen, not really sweet but sweet enough to celebrate it with my all classmates in my third grade of senior high; additionally, tandem with a boyfriend (a friend who was a boy) born on the same day but one year older than me.
Tomorrow (some minutes ahead) I’ll be one year older…. And, I don’t feel it special except (maybe) that I will fly to Yogyakarta then ride to Borobudur to trace back my soul journey.
Picture borrowed from http://www.dpreview.com/galleries/2249911620/photos/1723070/
My father was born near Borobudur temple and I think it is just serene to feel the breeze of that site in my early 39.
I feel so thankful, I feel so blessed for having been granted this life of mine. Being single – not as happy as the married women out there but I am still happy with so much time to take care of my self and to dedicate to my family and friends and many more. Idealistic, huh? Indeed, that is the only thing I can work on to live my life: crystalizing the concept from my scattered moments and spreading my concepts to all the monumental seconds of my breath.
I am not sorry to be current me. I’ve been going through ups and downs; the highest alps and the lowest abyss — my own scale.
Do you know that all my mother, father in heaven, sisters, brother, nieces, nephews and my beloved cats and all friends have been my biggest supporters. They supply me with their cabling energy that connect to me through my dreams and fantasy — their love has magically turn my imagination into reality.
So, I won’t leave them like those who never leave me….
Happy birthday to me. I love me. Long live me.
Yio Chu Kang Rd – September 6, 2014 – 12:03 / just after midnight