Recycling

I looked at the hands that were tattered with shocks

A classic song that resonates. The old song that stunned me, so long accompanied someone through time to the turn of the era where I was living staring at the world. Inside my mind momentarily engraved the tone.

Hearing carefully is like a vibrating quote that blares and one who is dancing without a smile. I was on the brink of worry hovering in the ceiling of the mind, leaving me stuck in endless daydreams it felt longer.

In fact, the length of my daydream was not felt and I never thought it would stretch millions of hectares.

I am like a statue that stands still with a lingering silence staring blankly. The green expanse, the scenery that I looked at with the wind whirling.

This is the hope I once carved as if it disappeared removed thought. I was silent, defending myself that could not stand. Also, can not be staunchly run with a fast race want to split time, past it.

After I thought Grandpa's words had a point. It's all true, but I believe it. Strong is determined to remain in love and long for Wapta. What happens next anyway? I can only surrender.

Even if I do not match with him this heart I will take a vacation to calm the peaceful gaze, even though slicing a very bitter regretful feeling in the soul.

The self that is only able to sing a muttering tone that cannot be heard by him. Compressed in tears in the umpteenth time a groaning regret whimpers.

“Man, are you still daydreaming?” Grandpa says. While I heard it a little faint.

Even though maybe at that time what he said was clear. My vision slowly improved, staring quietly with a sigh, slightly muttering not wanting to think about it. What to do for this heart to spring back.

I'm nodding. “Grandpa is right, I'm daydreaming.”

A moment of laughter. Continue intending not to discuss it. In my mind I am tired of saying meaningless things.

Grandpa looked at me seriously. “Man, grandfather there is a better suggestion you take time off and meet the woman you love so that your longing and daydreams disappear.”

I quietly listened. What Grandpa said has a point. It is better for me to take time off and meet Wapta so that my longing and daydream is gone.

“Prove, Man. You really love her. Grandpa's message don't get busy saying things that don't do you any good. Moreover, you are busy daydreaming, thinking of women who are not necessarily thinking of you, Man.”

Again I kept silent to let grandfather speak as he pleased. Listen carefully, however it is all true.

I am now like an upright tree without a sound, still with nothing.

A weak man who took refuge behind the word silence, only able to stay, hiding in the bushes.

Covering the feelings I've known a lot of burdened by him. Be patient. Yes, all this time I have been patient through the day, sighing deeply in memory of the past events I have passed with him.

“Remember, order grandpa, Man. You're a young man and your future is long. In the future, you may meet a woman more beautiful than her beauty. You'll meet a woman more beautiful than anything she said. You'll meet a woman nobler than her morals. You'll meet a woman more enthroned than just her fortune.”

I smiled at him, unwilling to agree. “Grandfather seems to say it too much. For me now however he is, somehow Wapta has indeed been firmly attached in my memory. Didn't grandfather himself once said, just like grandfather who had been with grandmother and during that time grandfather never looked at another woman.”

I explained my reasons as much as I remembered. In the past, grandfather once said that when I was busy learning to string Thai script that burdens my hand when stringing the action.

Grandpa shook his head again. “You've been in college all the time still busy thinking about love, man. Remember always, life is short.”

I lost connection the moment where my ears caught the sound, hearing grandfather's 'life was short' he said. My feelings were instantaneous at that moment shaking in memory of death. Gosh gosh? Death is the thing that decides life.

“Why, Man?” ask Grandpa in a raucous voice. Likely staring at the look on my face that might be tense or what?

Because by my side there is no mirror, I do not know the look of my own face. Just being able to try smiling looking at grandfather now.

“What's wrong, cake. I was just thinking about what Grandpa said before about life being short. It feels like what I'm imagining right now is just about death deciding lives.”

I said it seriously, but I don't know why grandpa just laughed. I was a little confused, even making me wonder myself asking inwardly what was the reason? Why is he laughing so? I don't know.

Grandpa momentarily nodded. “Man. You are it again, again and again you misunderstand what grandfather said.” His voice sounded fast.

When I heard Grandpa's words, I was shocked like I was bouncing on a planet that was out of nowhere. My mind has changed. Smile himself scratching his head.

“Eh? Wrong?” I said. In plain style I didn't know anything back then I showed a completely plain face.

A thousand imaginations in my head tried hard to imagine the intent of the previous and previous grandfather's words about the purpose of life was short.

Grandpa sighed. “Grandfather will explain it to you, Man.”

I silently nodded. Grandpa was ready to explain and I don't know what he was going to explain to me. Astronomy graduates are obviously different from me.

“Man, you know the Sun, the shining celestial body circling the earth. Also the moon, the God-given gratification and oxygen are able to make us live on this planet. On this planet with an area of 510.1 million km². It is the earth and we live in it. Billions of souls and houses or even innumerable. No matter how people move, time will continue to pass from day to day and continue to pass from month to year. This life is like a shining star in the sky, one day it will be dim and there will be no more in its place. Replaced with a new star that glows filled the night.”

“Life is short. Man, have you ever felt a day go by, tomorrow you wake up in the morning and then pass again? You'll know later when you're the same age as Grandpa. Just being able to sit around imagining youth first. Imagine being able to go back to that time, imagining a time where it should be like this and this. Just being able to stare silently sometimes mutters remembering everything in life that has passed. Man, as long as your soul is young, your muscles are strong and your mind is working smartly, then try not to get busy thinking about useless love. Take your time now to learn and learn, someday you will understand life is sometimes short. It's not about Grandpa being grateful or complaining looking back at the past, but just so you know all this, man. What grandfather felt life was indeed short.”

“Where grandfather was young cycling, passing the streets laughing with friends who now they have succeeded in achieving his goals. Grandfather was silent here staring at that time. The past that didn't feel like it was passing so quickly left everything behind. At the age of grandfather who is no longer young, grandfather realized life is short. Better for you, Man. You spent your time studying and studying before a time when you could only imagine being like this and so. The moment where you just fell silent imagining how long it would have been if my youth had been this way and so, everything had passed. Rice that becomes porridge you will not be able to return, even if you cry blood until the last drop.”

“That time will never happen again. Right now you're hearing Grandpa's words don't take it as a lecture. This is just an explanation for you, Man.”

“Although now you still remember the woman and still love her, then fight bravely to propose to her. Even if you are not ready and do not dare, try so that your love does not grow too high and big. Because that kind of love only harms you. And don't let your love be the sword that will kill you, man. Know, there used to be one of my grandfather's friends who felt desperate because his love went with others until he was desperate to do something that hurt him. Imagine that, youth is a time where sometimes someone is worried and easily carried away by the flow of feelings. So, now multiply for you to learn, fortify yourself with useful things so that you are more intelligent, know more about this life, Man.”

That's the grandfather who likes to explain things sometimes at length. I don't think he's tired of explaining it. The face I used to look at was calm.

I was just expecting. The thoughts and prejudices that made me stare at him for longer were silent without a hint of curiosity, thinking about what he said.

Right now I'm looking at the hands that are tearing up. Shaking my inner room that I somehow felt different. From Grandfather's words it sounded peaceful, but behind it all I felt something strange.

Strive to step up whatever will happen. I must be strong to live the day even though the bitter reality will be accepted. At this time I am trying to accept the words of my grandfather that are true.