I see many people trying so hard to do the thing by themselves. Once, I think I can do it by myself. Without notice everyone. Do it in my way. Carry the weight by my own because I own it. Then, the burden dragged me to the ground and beat my knees to the ground. That is a hard time and I can’t tell it to anyone. One I think, I don’t want to be a parasite that absorb the others people energies. Second, pretend to be strong and firm – whereas, it was lame. Until the second time, I can’t hide the pain anymore. While I breathe the dust on the ground, my heart hoping for someone whose can save me. I had been saved before by God, but now, who can save me?
When I saw this picture, it reminds me about the hardest part of my life. The tree that I had been live on is God – my shelter and home. I forgot that I growing up together with the others beside me. I live because they live. We are connected. If one of us dying, that means, we are close to the end – one by one disappear to the dust. We need each other and belong for each other, as we need the tree to survive. We live because the tree giving us a home to stay. A ground to stand. Are friend that small but many – to help and live strong together. I remember – alone, you are weak, together you are strong.
The thing that we felt is small and useless. But when we put it together piece by piece, it can be a large puzzle. A puzzle that form a remarkable image. Seek all the small thing inside you and put it together, then you will see the miracle – It was you.
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