What makes us devoted to writing? I used to be addicted to this space. but as time goes by, I undeliberately left and this room has been abandoned for so long.
Days, weeks, months, years, passed by.
Reality is more beautiful yet more exhausting, sparing me no more energy left to share.
I thought I had it all, supportive mom and dad, loving sisters, enough friends who offers time and warmth in my worst days, and a fulfilling job that makes me think that I contribute to development (I always wanted to change the world).
Until last December, Gupta, a friend of mine said he found this blog and read some stories about our Parktikum Profesi, and he said it was sweet reading those stories after almost 10 years and that it would have been nice if I finished the stories.
This blog has always been very personal. I never had any intention to write something scientific or social here. It was very satisfying telling my days here. I don't expect people to read so I was not that offended when a senior told me that my blog is merely for "curhat", he got it right.
The times I didn't write, there were moments I couldn't sleep at night and I came back to the old posts, and if Gupta found some stories sweet, I found these whole blogposts bittersweet. Thinking back to what were in the past and wishing I could turn back time and change things. Growth is the answer to this wishful thinking. I've constantly been learning a lot all these years.
At least I thought I had it all, until I long for spaces. And here I am, hoping to record more of my stories, to make sure I lead a meaningful life, be it bitter or sweet.
Tadaima..
