So, this is my old poem. Finally I put it here, for public. Hopefully it can encourage you to keep your faith, hope, and still grow, love, and being content 🙂 Being insecure is normal, sometimes you can see it as a drive for you to do something that meaningful for you. It doesn’t have to be big things for the world, but it’s what matters to you. Have a warm love for yourself. Enjoy 🙂
Invite me to your breakfast
Invite me to your lunch
Invite me to your dinner
Because when you sit in front of me,
stare in my eyes
and tell me about your days
I absorb it all and let my brain memorize it
With the light on your back
With a glimpse of your smile
And the warmth that my heart feels
I call it happiness
I will help you cut the vegetables
I will help you set the table
I will help you do the dishes
Because when you feel helped
smiling and looking at me
Then continue your stories
I listen it all and let my brain to memorize it
The smell of your scent
The sound of your laugh
And the cheer that my heart feels
I call it happiness
But as a grown-up person
I know it doesn’t happen all the time
We don’t meet every time
And if we do, we get bored sometimes
And as a grown-up person
I learn to treasure all that i call happiness
To give strength to my faith
That we are good together
even when we are not.
As a grown up person,
I have to work, you have to work
I have dreams, and so do you
And these things are also my happiness
Even as a grown up person,
I still have God that wants to connect with me
sometimes He makes problems with me
showing my weaknesses in my life,
that as a grown up person
I cry and I can be sick,
I still fail and make mistakes,
and I am only a human being..
So, when I have spirit at the end of day
I give thanks to my God,
And what I do, I recall my happiness,
especially those moments with you
And I thank God, you’re in my prayer
And it needs patience.. and perseverance, and answers
And if it’s not you, it’s okay
Because I got what Love does for me.
Growing and fruitful
And this, I call LIFE.
author: @astridwen
editor: agustine angeline
Jakarta, 2014
