The Beauty Struggling

Ya Allah, this is so hesitate day, so weigh, like a weight of a cow..  I have to accept this reality and do all of things which are so make me boring, there is no special thing to do, it’s so far from crowd area, and there is no person make me happy in this special day. U know what ? today is Idul Fitri, most of moslem gather with big family wearing new stuff, going sillaturrahmi, travelling together , laughing sharing each other, meet all of cousin and other big family’s member.  Now, what about me ? all of things around make me boring , a big house, television, laptop, mp4, owh they are nothing without special person in this special day, they are nothing if there are only me and dina enjoy it.  I miss the athmosphere of Id Fitri in the past, gathering with my lovely mom, bg zico, bg gian, lala and other big family. Calling from ma mom isn’t enough to be a medicine of ma heart, so difficult and I’ve just realized it. But Im going to flashback, I remember   this reality happens caused of my plannings, my choice, my dreams, and my goal. I studied hard for getting a chair in psychology UI, I dreamed to be a professional psychologist, then to be a minister of woman and children empowerment. So that I’ve to accept all effects from my choice, and that’s fair. There will be many and more disasters of life in front of you, all of them are waiting for you, will you be strong to past it and then you will get what you want? Or u will give up in this way? This is the choice of life Jel, there are so many struggling which you have to do. The weakness of Iman and principle will make you to be a small people, don’t you ever wonder how we survive? With your brain,love, peace, and willing. Ya, this condition just one of the beautiful struggling of my choice, for me, for ma life. I’ll be strong and stronger, I’ll fight and struggle for it, for my goal and ma family.I’ll stop the whole world. whole sides, look at me, I’ll show to you all who I am.