Life is only a moment of lost and found
if i have to tell you one point in life that is mesmerizing, then it has to be experiencing a long chain of moments, moreover learning how to evoke the sense of hope.
I remember when i was a kid, i lived in a small village surrounded by rice field, people who lived there did not need housing setting, you can find houses here and there, not so crowded cause children still got field to play volleyball, soccer, badminton, any other sports children wanted to play but swimming. I was not into sports so i rarely played among neighbourhood. i spent so much time at school, first reason why was because the access to school from home or in reverse was quite challenging, in order to go to school i needed to jump over small irrigation, walk along the rice field, sometimes i needed to step on a bunch of mire because there was no other way. So prefer spending time at school playing or even going to my friend’s home to do homework.
There was once a tradition at school when i was in second grade, someone out of school — i called her “Ibu kue” —came over every tuesday morning, gave students a cupcake each and shared stories of how she made the cupcake, why the cupcake had different colours and flavours. Stories we hardly understood but were still exciting to listen to. i loved the cupcake, the vanilla with choco on top. Every kid loved tuesday morning. I adore her and once said “i really want to be her”. sharing things people can enjoy together.
oh maybe i was only a kid who lost myself on a daydreaming.
Last month i enrolled myself on a charity held by my ministry, where volunteers will teach elementary school students and share stories of how this ministry plays role in this country with them. what a magical moment, my elementary school is on the list!!. it has been a long time since the last time i visited my elementary school, it may have been 11 years. I remember i was once the kid who was sitting on the front row seat, feeling delighted till my heart burst if someone came over, played and shared stories with us. it somehow gave me hope. the hope that never leaves, it is left somewhere on a pocket of myheart.
those moments are magical, as i look at myself now, i am now one of those people who come over and share stories with the kids. Realizing this gives me goosebumps. i have seen people helped kids a lot with stories that give them hope.
it was once a daydreaming to me, then it is a dream came true.
