23

Today, exactly 23 years ago, I was born. Of course, that is not a short period of time—so much has happened over the years. But somehow, it still feels like just yesterday when I chose the Yellow Ranger, watched Barbie and Dora DVDs, read Iqra, feared the story of a disobedient child cursed into a stingray, bought syrup for Rp 500, played Tenchu 3 on PlayStation, learned to make bags from paracord, edited videos with VideoScribe, and felt homesick while living in a dormitory. Those times have passed and can never return, just like the hands of a clock that never turn backward or a broken mirror that can never be whole again.

Honestly, I am still trying to understand how the world works. People come and go, lessons are learned from mistakes, and memories fade—though some leave lasting marks.

Life is not as simple as when I used to imagine as a child:" It must be nice to be an adult—no one telling you what to do, no restrictions, having your own money, and being able to do anything." But as I grow older and enter this phase, I realize everything is much more complex. We are constantly faced with responsibilities and risks. Sometimes, I wonder why I exist in a world that is so chaotic because of human actions.
However, I believe that divine destiny is always the best, and in that belief, hope grows. When Allah has created the world and the universe along with everything in it, then He will surely take care of it. In my view, life should be allowed to flow as it is, and this temporary existence should serve a purpose. I trust that He loves all His servants unconditionally, without expecting anything in return.

Thank you for reading ♡

Bunga, December 18 2024.