There was a little boy who came to mosque this dawn.
Praying just beside on my left.
When my spirit was losing, when a belief was little down.
When a mind was gathering weakens myself.
When the life condition felt stucking, when the future felt so scary and so sad.
When a calm environment as like as made me to be resentful even irritated.
When a relation already felt its no fun.
When a life seemed meaningless.
When the time that had been well it's destroyed in an instant.
When a confusion hit so hard about how to start everything back to be good.
After completing the prayer.
The child shook and kissed my hand.
As if to made me to go back in the past, childhood, where I didn't need to worry about living conditions.
Then we came out of the mosque to go home.
I looked him from behind, he walked while occasionally collecting rubbish that scattered on the road to put in the trash.
Ah, how embarrassed I am, seeing the attitude of a child as small as that, which is so good.
It turns out that life is about goodness and usefulness.
It turns out that life will be happy when we make it happy.
It turns out happy is simple.
January 20, 2019
(Hopefully the goodness and happiness of life will approach soon)
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