Winter Break Finale: The Ibrah

This winter break will come to its end in 2 days. Well it is kind of mixed feeling inside here as sometimes I wish for more longer holiday for homeworks and sometimes I wish it was over so that I would not wasting time doing nothing. 2 weeks seems pretty short considering I was travelling for a week. Anyway Vermont was awesome!

Those were not the thing that I was thinking to write about. This 2 weeks holiday seems pretty short, but full of lessons. Life lessons.  A valuable one I shall say. 

An advice from a friend:

Do you want to build a building with a broken foundation and hoping it will sustain forever? 

 The words explained by itself I suppose. Anyway, lets build a whole new foundation and make sure it is stronger this time, shall we? Speaking of truth, to demolish a building and start it over wasn't that easy.'Tetapkan hati' is the key!
Oh by the way, thanks for the advice, brother!

Somebody questioned me why I seems to have lots of problem even though our immediate surrounding was almost the same. Same school, same degree and same circle of friend. I couldn't think of an answer at that particular time, but now I had one. Be glad (Bersyukur)! Allah chose me and not you. I'm glad that Allah chose me to face the challenges. You should be glad that Allah didn't choose you to face the problem. We don't know how much burden that we could put into our shoulder, but Allah knows.

Stowe mountain was awesome, the trail was tempting. But the mountain also showed me to know your limits. Malay proverbs, "Ikut hati mati, ikut badan binasa". There was one time that I really want to go up the mountain, but I know that I was not fit anymore to go down the trail. My way down was horrible, felt down every 2 minutes. After I finished my horrible way down, I was eager to go back up again. Just because there was still one hour and a half left before the mountain closed even though I knew that I will be killing myself to go down later. I finally decided its enough. I need to consider my obligation to my own body over the desire. The desire can be destructive sometimes.

Stowe, Vermont! 

Here is several things about advice. Everyone needs it, there is no reason that someone can't give advice to somebody else. Anyway, there are several things that need to be considered. Don't simply tell someone you need to be patient, accept what happened! If someone ask for advice, s/he already did those thing beforehand. There are also skills in giving advice, using personal experiences seem to work best as it kind of proven that it work and might work again. For the person who seeks advises, choose the person you refer to  so that they can give a good advice or you might ended up frustrating on the advise you get.

"Lepak-ing" and talking about current and futures issues with fellow friends was a nice way to fill up the free time. But talking about constructive issue, it would turn your free time into a valuable one. Tim Horton again, anyone?

Kedai Mamak, US edition. 

I could go on and on to list what I had learned for this two weeks, but this is it for now.

Oke bye!

The Shattered Mirror.

Did we ever consider that the broken mirror can be a whole again?

Or maybe we are more concern about the crack that left rather than about the mirror that reform?

Lets put the shattered glass together again, shall we?

So that I could see an image of myself again, not 2, and not 3. Not even thousand!

To make sure I can still see myself from a perspective.

And I don't have to move myself left and right, to fit my whole image into the broken glass.

Even so, I still couldn't fit my whole self into all of the shattered glass either.

But why the mirror was broken at the first place?

Was that a rock thrown that directly hit the mirror?

Or was that resonance that vibrates the mirror so violently that shattered all the glass away?

Or was that the pieces were too old to hold themselves together and suddenly broken away?

I don't have a clue or a glue. I wish I had.

Does it makes any different for now?

As the shattered glasses were swept away, by the wind of time?

I want to catch every pieces of it, keep it in a safe place. Until the time I had the glue.

But it were broken glasses for God's sake. Hurting myself more if I try to catch it.

Don't worry, the story does not end here. Same goes to the sadness.

Here come the sad part.

I don't remember how I look like in those mirror.

To rephrase that, I don't remember when the last time I look through the mirror.

I sometimes don't notice the mirror was there.

I don't clean them from dust, put them up to be seen.

I walked through the mirror back and forth, without stopping to appreciate it.

One day, it shattered away.

Speechless? I am. Crying? Done that.

It just because I don't appreciate it when its there!

Talking about past wasn't doing any good, right?

The mirror will not resemble again despite the words and tears.

So lets talk about reality.

I have shattered glasses everywhere, that seems hard to be resembled.

Maybe it's good to leave it that way.

or trying to find the clue and live with it.

or trying to find the glue and put it together.

It doesn't seem easy in near future though.

Finding a new mirror? No it is irreplaceable.

No definite solution might best describe the situation.

That's fine for now, I'll live with it.

La Tahzan, Innallaha Ma'ana.