LOOKING FOR RAIN
Life Lessons
Not always sadness and wounds must be mourned precisely in adversity we must rise because that is where we show our qualities.
Nothing happens without the permission of the will of the Power, for everything that happens brings good to us.
The journey of life that we go through will make us mature in attitude and action and that is the lesson of life.
Who says in the course of our lives there are no tears.... ???
Precisely with many tears proving that we are able to pass through the storms of life, just how we respond to it so that it makes it a lesson in life.
Satisfied with tears, that's who I am....
but all this time I was able to get through the wounds and sadness by making it as a stepping stone so that in the future I would become a strong and wise person.
If God allowed the wounds and sorrows I experienced in the past, it would mean that in the future I would make it a life lesson and share the lessons of that life with others.
I once lost a wing when you learned to fly...
I fell down many times when I learned to be a strong person...
I have failed many times when I learned to try to be myself....
I once walked stumbling when I learned to run to pursue my ideals...
When I was weak and helpless in passing through the wound, I was watered with rain that made my heart wound heal...
Rained out.....
The rain which for me gives coolness, the drops calm my soul...
His freshness made my heart stir and wake up from the slump and long sleep.
Rain... in it comes out unspoken words.
PRINCESS 🌹
I still noticed the unresolved look of sadness from Mr. Rangga's face, the fog that had not yet disappeared from his heart.
I tried to strengthen by holding his hand and smiled at Mr. Rangga.
Put. said Mr. Rangga.
yes sir....
stop calling me frills, sir, when we're not at the office, he asked me.
No need to hang up put, I'm not comfortable you always call me with an additional pack in front of my cool name...
I smiled and nodded towards Mr. Rangga.
That night I was finally escorted home with Mr. Rangga...
Tx ya ngga... said I began to be able to say his name without frills sir....
equally put, he said, I should be grateful money with you, because it has become a loyal listener tonight.
A beautiful dream....
I smiled at the sweet words in my ear.
hearts are on the way....
bye....
Finally Rangga's car was gone from my sight.
I went into the house and headed into my room and laid my body on my beloved bed.
Tiring day (my murmur in heart ).
Remembering the way of life that Rangga passed made me reflect in my heart, that every human being is allowed to pass through wounds and sadness at their respective levels.
maybe for Rangga it feels heavy but not necessarily I can get through all that if I am in the position of Rangga.
Likewise, the wound I experienced was not necessarily bearable by a Rangga.
The path of human life is truly unique.
I try to be grateful that every path of my life is difficult to set by the Power and I am grateful to be given the strength to go through it all.
I believe I can make it through all the journeys of my life and I will make it a life lesson.
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