I can remember that my family had what people call
“prosperity.”
When I was in kindergarten, I studied at the executive
school, the best school at my place that time.
My parents bought me unique toys, awesome book of story
tale, which were expensive and only few people whom can have it. We went to anywhere we want almost every one
or two weeks. We had money, we had happiness, we had families, we were had
respects.
After few years gone, we moved to another city. My dad and
mom started open our own business. Like a ship sailing on the ocean, we met
waves, storm, and rocks. We crushed, we lost, and we done with our sailing.
Moved again to another city like sailors that roaming the
islands. We passed the days, weeks, months, and years between dead and live. My
dad worked with small sum of salary. The salary was far left behind from the
cost of living, the expenses instead! What a miracle we can still live till
today!
We could clearly saw whom and how disgusting some people
attitude toward us. How they disrespect us as a human who can feel. I swear I
want to put “shit” phrase to express my angered on them. They even not deserved
to be called as a family.
We lost much money. Prosperity was not ours anymore. We lost
pride. We lost respect. We lost our self-control. We lost peace.
That’s why I’m always saying it is bullshit when people say
“money can’t buy you happiness.”
Bring me the money, and I can show you, how powerful money
is.
Money is one of God’s tools to make this world a better place if we know how to
use it wisely, I think.
My core family still forgive (not forgot) those shit people,
still deserve, still treat them as a family. We silence but we feel.
We want to move away and not found. We don’t want to be
disturbed. We hurt enough. We miss the fresh air. Hopelessly, we all live in
the world full of people those one killing us.
Those people will never understand how to be us. How to pass
the days with fears, worries, scars, mess up, and tears. We don’t fight at the
same battlefield anyway.
Now we have a new life. We have not yet finished our
struggle. As sailors, we follow the wind blow. No one can guarantee we will
relief from burdens. But we believe that God won’t let us through it all alone.
God knows exactly how to make us smile in troublesome. He
makes us strong in weakness. He makes us complete in incomplete.
Slow but sure, God leads us to better life. He uses each of
us brilliant. We neither use rough words nor rude attitude to slap S people’s
brain to make them good guy. We obviously see God revenges our grief to anyone
whom tearing us apart.
If God is by our side, how bad we can be?
