Thursday, 2nd July 2020 at I7.59 WIB“Look! The sky is bright orange and red.” She pointed out the window.
“Let’s go upstairs, Bunda! Let’s enjoy the sunset from the top roof.” She was excited.
It was our fourth day being in the new place, I was subdued and reluctant to move from my seat as she asked me to go upstairs with her, but she insisted.
I followed her behind.
As she opened the door, the radiance of the sun touched my face and hers. She was exhilarated. Her smile and the beauty of the sunset that afternoon remove the sorrow.
Friday, 3rd July 2020 at 18.11 WIBI write in my journal almost every day in August, but since first July I skipped my writing activity. It was probably I was in a bad mood. I didn’t remember what happened that day. I should probably, for the next time, write under any circumstances because memory can betray me.
Sunday, 5th July 2020 at 18.02Forgotten Days
Dark clouds move closer. At the edges of my mind, obscuring, consuming, my perception of time. These years, my lifetime, everything I am. I can feel them slipping away
like sand through my fragile hands. Oh God, how can you let this happen to me? Once strong, now I’m frail. With a haze around my mind. (Pallbearer)
Wednesday, 15 July 2020 at 18.07The sky is always there for me, while my life has been going through many, many changes. When I look up the sky, it gives me a nice feeling, like looking at an old friend. ~~Yoko Ono
Friday, 17 July 2020 at 18.20Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realize that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvelously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones~~Thich Nhat Hanh.