.. Everyday is mother’s day ..

I was sitting in a cab, driving away through the drizzling evening. Cold as it could be, I couldn't help but pressing myself deep in my jacket.

I don't believe in a day being selected and agreed as a mother's day.

But I do have one prayer to God.

I want to show her a place where the green grass grows, and cool mountain drew drops slowly, sapping through the leaves, into the bed of flowers that lay far beyond the horizon. I want to wake her up with warm sunshine that shines gracefully into her room when I pulled the curtain.

I want to remember the fragrance of love and family that I recognize, that stay forever in her bed sheets, blankets, and pillows. I want to remember all the wisdom she told me while I was young, and all the tears she shed for me while I was a hesitant lad, when words come before thoughts.

I want her to be granted a long life with sound in wind and limb, to see me stand firmly on my own foot. I want her to be granted a long life with strong back and waist, so I can walk her to the days of quiet rest and peaceful chatter. I want to be granted a chance to show her how I've changed along the years that have passed, as we both grow.

I don't believe in a mother's day. I believe that everyday is mother's day, when I live my prayer, and walk with this prayer kept in my heart.

* Waktu kerang mencari makan *

Waktu kerang mencari makan, dia akan membuka cangkang penutup badannya. Buka, tutup, buka, tutup.

Suatu hari disaat cangkang seekor kerang muda terbuka, sebutir pasir masuk ke dlm cangkang kerang itu. Sang kerang muda menangis sambil memanggil 2x ibunya.

"Bu sakit bu..ada pasir masuk ke dlm tubuhku"

Sang ibu menjawab : "Sabar nak, jangan pedulikan sakit itu. Bila perlu berikan kebaikan pd sang pasir yg menyakiti itu"

Kerang muda pun menuruti nasihat ibunya. Ia menangis tapi air matanya ia gunakan untuk membungkus pasir yg masuk ke dlm tubuhnya. Hal itu terus menerus dia lakukan. Dgn balutan air mata, rasa sakitnya pun berangsur berkurang bahkan hilang sama sekali.

Beberapa saat kemudian, kerang 2x itu dipanen. Kerang yg ada pasirnya dipisahkan dari kerang yg tdk ada pasirnya. Kerang tak berpasir dijual secara obral di pinggir jalan menjadi 'kerang rebus'. Sedangkan kerang yg berpasir dijual ratusan bahkan ribuan kali lipat lebih mahal.

Mengapa begitu ?

Karena butiran pasir yg berbalut air mata berubah menjadi inti mutiara. Sama dgn kita, bila dlm hidup ini tak pernah ditempa oleh kesulitan maka tidak akan punya nilai tinggi & akan bernasib seperti kerang rebus yg dijual secara obral. Sebaliknya jika mampu menghadapi tiap kesulitan bahkan memberi manfaat pada orang lain ketika mendapat kesulitan, kita akan menjadi kerang mutiara yg sangat dibutuhkan orang & dipakai oleh orang 2x terhormat.

* Hidup adalah pilihan.

Kita boleh memilih menjadi kerang rebus/mutiara....

about change ..

If you knew that you would die today, Saw the face of God and love, Would you change? Would you change?

If you knew that love can break your heart When you're down so low you cannot fall Would you change? Would you change?

How bad, how good does it need to get? How many losses? How much regret? What chain reaction would cause an effect? Makes you turn around, Makes you try to explain, Makes you forgive and forget, Makes you change? Makes you change?

If you knew that you would be alone, Knowing right, being wrong, Would you change? Would you change?

If you knew that you would find a truth That brings up pain that can't be soothed Would you change? Would you change?

How bad, how good does it need to get? How many losses? How much regret? What chain reaction would cause an effect? Makes you turn around, Makes you try to explain, Makes you forgive and forget, Makes you change? Makes you change?

Are you so upright you can't be bent? If it comes to blows are you so sure you won't be crawling? If not for the good, why risk falling? Why risk falling?

If everything you think you know, Makes your life unbearable, Would you change? Would you change?

If you'd broken every rule and vow, And hard times come to bring you down, Would you change? Would you change?

If you knew that you would die today, If you saw the face of God and love, Would you change? Would you change? Would you change? Would you change?

If you saw the face of God and love If you saw the face of God and love Would you change? Would you change?

The Selfish Memory ..^^

We have lots of memories, each and every one of us, fully recorded ever since your first cry was heard.
Loud or clear, you didn't even remember. It just went on to three years ahead, you instinctively did.
When you hunger for food and love, you cry. And Mom will always be there, those who are lucky to be granted with a loving Mom..

Since then, memories have been woven into your lovely soul. Soul, the place inside somewhere in you, where you keep every aspect of yourselves. Your souls, every single one, that makes you different from others. Your first walk, your first ride, your first smile. Those memories are written deep inside without you even knowing it, so that you will never forget how to walk, how to talk, how to smile..

As you grow up, memories become clearer and clearer. You remember your first day in school, your first fight with a bully. You remember the color of your first bike. You remember how it feels to fall from the bike, you remember how you got up and tried. Still, you don't realize that some memories of old times start to fade away..

You can't really recall the day when you were sleeping helplessly in your Mom's arms while she lulled you to sleep. You can't really remember the song that was played whenever you slept in that tiny bed of yours. Some memories start to lose their way in you..

They are not gone, no. They never really go away. When you smile at a child, when you smile at a little baby sleeping peacefully, you can feel the same. You can feel peace, you can feel warmth. At that time, you were accessing the memories of your own babyhood. It is odd, you can't remember what it looks like, you don't know the detail. But you do know how it felt, you can touch the thinnest thread that holds everything together, something that you can never forget. The sole feeling that you experience while your whole body was weaving the memories into your soul. That will never fade away.

Upon thinking about this, I start to wonder why can't we decide which memory to keep, and which to let go? Why am I still haunted of the past memories? While some good old memories never seem to come back, some bad memories constantly show up, and I have to deal with it bitterly. I wonder if this happens to others as well.

Someone told me about how hard it is to erase a feeling that's already been attached firmly in your soul. I can't agree more, for I also can relate to how it feels. At the same time it aches, at the same time it makes me smile. Not much, just a little squint at the tip of my lips. But it never really go away. I wish I can just let it go. I really wish I can.

But I soon realized how stupid the whole idea is. If we can decide what to remember and what to forget, we will all be very forgetful people, and none of the growth and sophistication of mankind will ever be known, until now. Ever since the invention of writing system, knowledge has been preserved for the youth to learn, and thus concludes why memories should never be forgotten with purpose. We should cherish whatever we have. May it bad, may it good. We just have to learn to live with it.

by : Yanita Cinta Marito Rajagukguk ..
hahahhayy ..

dedicated to my beloved teacher in Australia Center Medan Ms. Sarah Shweldyn ..
two days ago she asked me what do you think about the selfish memory ? what do you do if you do not have memories in childhood , I don't remember my memories of childhood, because I didn't have good memories of childhood and I hate my childhood ..
two days ago I could not answer it but now I can answer it ..
hahhaha ..
thank you Ms.Sarah for your question ..