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My Constant Friends

 

For the last decade, I could say, I am pretty much a homebody. Perhaps that helps to explain why I don’t have many friends like I used to since I have been living in this small town. I don’t really socializing  anymore like I used to when I was in my hometown, Jakarta. The people that I called real friends here are only few, probably less than ten. The rest, I’d rather call them as acquaintances. Interestingly enough, I have found more nice friends virtually than in a reality. They even have become good friends. Clearly this shown that, indeed, time has changed a lot in our way of making friends.

Anyhow, as time goes by, I finally found my other special  friends. They come with no drama that could break my heart. They come in a form of flowers. Most of all, they come out from my own garden. Although they only here for a short season (thanks to our very long winter), I know good and well that in them, I find solace. That’s why, I totally agreed on what Kakuzo Okakura said about flowers.

In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
Kakuzo Okakura

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Simple Joy Found!

Joyfull life.
Hhmmm….
Sounds simple yet hard to gain?

As I learned more what life is about, joyful life actually is not that hard to get.

It can be found through simple ways.

Through the sound of wind chimes, the smell of fresh cutting grass, the buzzing sound of buzy bees, the coming up of new green leaf, the smell of fresh laundry, the inviting look of sunny side egg on your plate, the smell of brewing coffee, the squeeky cleaned kitchen counter, the laughter of happy baby, the friendly barks of your neighbour dog, the bright yellow dandellions, the colourful flowers on the garden, the shiny old silver wares that you have cleaned, the happy song you sing during your morning shower, the feel of new clean bedsheet you are going to sleep on, the smell of baby talcum powder that could take you leap back to your childhood memory, the homemade popsicles, the sparkling eyes of a kid who succeeded selling cups of lemonade by the street, the feel of new book on the tip if your fingers, the puddle that you jumped on deliberately, the dancing in the rain you did, the first dip you took into the river in summertime, the left over cookie dough in a bowl that invited you to run your fingers all over it….

I’m pretty sure you can add more of your version.

We need to stop for a minute or two (much better), take a deep breath and look around. Let’s be more aware with what simple joy is.

Because we can not just living!

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