Tuesday, November 22

Being normal is just perfect

Have you ever considered that? That being normal is just PERFECT? That you don't have to be white, with long acquiline nose, have small sparkling-white teeth, black flowing tresses, slim and toned body. So what if you don't have any of those?

Look at your body, at what you have: two perfectly functioning arm and legs, nice head propped on a good neck, stomach that does whatever it is required to do. And take a good view of your face: two eyes along with accompanying eyebrows and lashes, nose that smells and filters the air you breathe, mouth and lips, teeth and tounge.

Who said that you have to have arched eyebrows? Who told you your lips are not plump enough, or red enough, or too thick, or not big enough? Who judged that your skin are too dark, not dewy enough, too pale, or lack of color?

Try to listen to your inner thought, and stop listening to those ads. Yes, there are people fortunate enough to be blessed with pyshical beauty beyond normal expectation. But those are the exception. You don't have to follow them. They are born that way. It's God who give them those gifts.

And it is also God-given, these perfectly functioning body we have.

When you think bad about yourself, think of those less fortunate than you are. And think, of how your life would be should you be robbed of one of your body parts.

Pot belly? So what!

Friday, November 18

The end of innocence

When you think you lost your innocence? When it ended and you realized that life is no so simple anymore, that you could not judge things in black or white anymore.

I remember mine was the last day of the senior high school. We were doing our university form that day. I had finished mine, and went to sit on the table just out the door of my class. I looked at my friends, still busy with their choices, while I didn’t care much about mine. The school PA was playing a song that time: Haruskah Kuteteskan Air Mata, and then Satu Jam Saja.

Somehow, that picture, that scene, remained in me for so long. Somehow, for me, that was the last day of innocence. Life would not be so carefree anymore. Life would mean lots of considerations. Life would be of colors, and what’s wrong or right is dependable of the situation.

Some people have lost theirs earlier than mine, I assume. I had (and still have) a rather simple life. But again, every grown up lost theirs, eventually.

Innocence belongs to a child. We don’t have it anymore. To my regret.