Everything about blogging is so nice for me, but one: it makes me feel that I’m growing older. Indeed, blogospehere, as all web based communities, is a young world and the world of the young. Elders are visitors here.
But not that fact makes me feel the sorrow of the aging that soon. It’s how the young bloggers get their blogs maintained, the way they develop a house of big ideas, showing high or highest level understanding of the misteries of life.
They seems so familiar with the biggest questions and farest searching of humankind, make the spiritual and philosophy area as a gamezone. It’s not only fresh, but contain something too. The serious and heavyweight discourses, in their hand, becoming a nice and easy conversations.
Life is Not About That
Life is not about collecting values. Not about how many people call you everyday, not about what sport you play or what kind of girls adoring you. Not about your shoes, your hair, the color of your skin, your place, nor your school.
In fact, life is not about your exam scores, money, clothes, or in what college you accepted or refused. Life is not even about whether you have many friends or not, a celebrity or a solitaire, and not about whether you welcomed or rejected by your neighbourhood. Life is not about that.
It’s about whom you love and whom you hurt. About how do you really feel about yourself. About trust, honesty, happiness, and cares. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming the ignorance and aphatism, and building trust. About the space between what you said and what you really mean. About appreciating people as they are, not because what they have.
And above all, life is about choosing, to make decision that you will use your life to touch other people life, in a way that never can be replaced with any other ways. Life is about these choice.
Can you believe that this “Zarathushtra” written by a 19 year old girl? Too young, too far.
Solution as You Wish
Be honest this time… Have you ever really need opinion from people to help you solve your problem or make your hard choice? Well, at the beginning perhaps you mean it when you asked them. You really want to know how they see the puzzle. But there is already a final answer in your mind.
Let say, I’m in an early stage of a serious relationship with A, the man I met in my new office.Then, I want to know your opinion about the man, about the relationship. When you say that A is not a right candidate to be placed in my life, instead of thinking about your opinion, I’ll hate you since the day. But you’ll make me happy, if you say that man is just perfect for me. My reaction would be something like… “Oh, You’re really really my best friend I ever have, the only person understand me in the world”.Same thing would happen when you choosing what dress to wear to an important party. The crowd may make their own choice, but you’ll wear yours.