Maybe because it was born and raised in the village, almost every day there is a desire to see the nuances of the countryside. There was the sound of birds, there are wide spaces and wide where the eye could see free, no clean air from pollution, there are honest men and innocent, and most importantly there are human beings with lives of a very light load. My little friends in the village first, the morning went to school by walking away with no slippers, day after school just take the scythe looking grass for cows pet, rather a little afternoon nap, and sleep soundly at night. That's the life cycle with a light load.
In a sheet of beautiful memories that are still stored in memory, along with a small friend we both sold ice around turns carrying a small flask. In villages that are not too broad, we took turns shouting: "Ice....". It costs money to sell ice is not much, but the quality of happiness that were presented when walking around the village while screaming this, beautifully stored in memory. In fact, beat the memories boarded the plane in business class, sleep in five star hotels in Singapore there, or washed by hand clapping praise of thousands of people.
I have a friend who asked, where the beauty of memories and selling ice tour? This is where the uniqueness of the flavor, he inserts neatly into a memory album can be explained by the bridge without the words anywhere. In fact, little friend of my partner sold ice had forgotten about the beauty of this life before.
The more so when Mom and Dad are gone. Village not only save the childhood memories. But also framed the beautiful traces of love parents. In the village my mother also had a simple advise: "With that poor people should give more". In the village, too, left traces of the palm of my father who bequeathed love handwriting to me: "Remember the Lord, then give thanks to God."
Decades after the sweet memories left, and his life has changed the face of a very radical. Where rural air and other luxuries have been replaced by hectic schedule, flying here and there every week, schedule meetings, teaching and so consultants who always like chasing from behind. There are many things that once did not may have now become everyday life. First, the money of five hundred rupiahs is like a dream, now to pay parking still lacking. In the past, saw the plane flying for dragonflies in the air like looking at heaven that only meet after death, now he became a daily vehicle equipped with things that are completely normal. In the past, seeing people eat meat with rice roof here and there of course a luxury. Now, he has been replaced with everyday life as a vegetarian.
In terms of gratitude, now it comes an abundance of gratitude here and there. Something that does not been had first because of stupidity. But there are very noticeable different. In the crush of ignorance and poverty, rural-style first, everywhere meeting people live happily with a very light load. No-one rush in the morning, no traffic jam that often ended in screams, no city-style politics of mass mobilization. It was just living life as an ordinary person, grow with the times, and framed by golden rays of happiness.
I do not anti-city and not anti-people city. The proof of this writing when I still lived in Jakarta. And there are many friends in Jakarta happy here. There are happy with Bob Sadino shorts everywhere regardless of the forum. There is Mohammad Sobary who has not lost anything despite the demonstration of its employees. Hari Darmawan There are still vibrant despite losing some of its shares. And still there is more.
Difficult to deny, in the everyday, the city filled with people who managed to become rich, but failed to be happy. Too much evidence to be presented here. And it's not my authority to be a prosecutor and judge in this case. It is everyone's right to live rich, happy, rich, unhappy, poor, unhappy, or poor-are not happy. Once again, the right of every person. And I do not have any authority to outlines with a black frame and white for example.
And there are harass me till this level, Elisabeth Kubler-Ross wrote in the Handbook For The Soul (Carlson and Shield, ed): "everything, even tragedy, is a gift in disguise". All things (including tragedy) real life prizes. Success and acclaim is motivating. Do not forget, the failure and invective is the strong medicine of life. Career which rose indeed reassure, and travel down exactly the right time to do the contemplation. Good health is the time to enjoy life, pain is a momentum to purify the soul. Got a chance to donate money, no money is a great opportunity to return to the essential nature.
In such circumstances, rich, happy, pain, tears of loss its pinch in life. What remains is only one: "the soul of walking, running and just walked ".
Author: Gede Prama
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