Aku tak ingat dimana aku baca kisah ni, tapi jalan ceritanya lebih kurang macam ni yang muda makin dewasa, yang dewasa semakin tua. Yes for sure menjadi dewasa dan meningkat tua bukan proses yang sama. Semua orang akan menjadi dewasa.
Refleksi yang aku try post ni berkait dengan proses kehidupan. Pengembaraan. How korang mendekati and menghayati setiap pengalaman yang korang dah lalui, contoh macam aku dah 20 tahun aku hidup.
Guys sedar tak sedar kehidupan kita takde lah lama. Apa yang kita dah achieve selama tempoh kita bernyawa ? Kejar dunia ? Kesenangan duni bukan selamanya kita nikmati. Aku bukan nak berceramah, but please do your best for duniya akhirah..
Apa yang you guys alami sepanjang pengembaraan tu bukan something yang sia-sia. Everything happens for a reasons but we're just a human. Maybe 2 ke 3 tahun baru kita akan jumpa jawapan why things happen. Allah know the best for us.
Guys, why we always protecting others compareto ourself ? Why we always blaming others for the bad decision that we had made? Why we always seeking the faults in others untuk jatuhkan mereka ? Tak sedar ke diri kita pun banyak kekurangan dibandingkan dengan orang yang tiap hari kita cari kesalahan mereka. Stop blaming others for what you do. Please do correct our own.
Guys, why do we need to show off apa yang kita ada ? Kenapa selalu bersaing hanya untuk mengejar kebahagiaan ? Kenapa perlu cemburu dengan orang lain yang dapat kesenangan? Kenapa perlu bergembira bila orang lain susah ? Kenapa tak pernah bersyukur dengan nikmat yang kita ada sekarang ? Tak sedar ke semua hasad dengki tu sia-sia je. In the end kita sendiri yang sakit hati.
So,lebih baik kita bersyukur dengan apa je yang kita ada sekarang. Love yourself. You are way more than enough. Belajar untuk memaafkan. Saying sorry doesn't always mean that we were wrong. It doesn't matter what others think.Sometimes we shouldn't have to sacrifice our happiness. But be happy for others to happy. Ehh betul ke apa aku cakap ni.
What’s your story? Some stories are short. Some would make a good book, or even a movie. But every story is the same old story. Every story is just a retelling of the same old stories that have already been told across the world. Some have just been expressed too quietly to be heard, some have been written in letters too small for us to read.
But whatever we do in life is still a personal experience. How we respond to it is a personal choice. We have similar stories, but our personal experience of our own life makes it different. So, what’s your story?
"I have a boyfriend! Finally!" I said gleefully to my other close friends as i flaunt my new found heart throbs, Nash. Now he was somebody that i used to know. I'd had been move on with him past few years. Yes i'm done.
Flashback stories
I hear some of my friend swore under then breath others swoon and wooed either from my guy is just that dreamy.
And in poof of dreamy, i was transported to another section of my memories. Where my heart, my body, myself bleed. The dreamboat i was in had sunk, the angel i thought would be my everything turn out to be my morning light, my lucifer, my betrayer.
How did i end up myself in this mess ? "I need money. Now" with such command and arrogance he ordered me around.Who does he think he is ? His money bank ? Once i saw the true version of him in all his glory i realized how i detest men who see women as unequal to be as good as them.
Silence is the only thing i can manage to conjure. Broken me into million little depressed pieces he had. I felt myself being pathetic. Being used. HOW MAN CHANGES. After a year he texting me and tell me that karma does his work. Probably the rehab. Serves him right. What a pathetic excuse of man.
I had my time..This time i choose what liberty means to me. This is my choice. And nobody can say otherwise..and yes, they can talk, but i would keep on walking and improving the best way i know how. This is my liberty.
I stare myself at the mirror, my mind suddenly drag me into the cavern of memories that it had created from my prior years.
Where am i ? I quickly try to adjust where my brain gonna leads me too. And i realized i was in the days where i was determined to live my freedom that i sought through how i wear, how i want to look like, where i want to go to, who i am going out with ?
"Clean.Clean". And just like that my mind brings me back to the present. My past it seems and i didn't even realized it. Spooky
How did i ended up myself in this mess ? With a pinch of regret. I guess partly due to my fault being so open and proud of my liberal lifestyle. Even tho it's not too contra to the norm of the conservative Malaysian Muslim society.
I don't know why, but i was mixed with hatred and love at the same time. When i am not deluged by the hatred towards myself. I would try to get back to my roots. But it's too perilous task for me to do.
What a trouble soul i was. I guess this is the freedom i choose before, and i got the freedom i sought. I just can't write down my whole stories. What i'd done in my past but truly i wanted to share a lesson that i have learn to all the women out there.
I love Khai
