I have longing for massive happiness and true pleasure of
life for so long that I could hardly believe it when I found my self being
drawn into my premonition of hard financial problem in my BIG family involving
an extraordinary fortune and a middle-aged “broad-shouldered” but female
creature-she is my mom. To most people’ way of thinking, living in this planet
is an vision of adventure they wouldn’t miss for the world-providing, of
course, they could survive to stay alive long enough to enjoy it.
There is no wild idea shot thru my brain except refusing the
poorly common thought to accept whatsoever imperfect situation that given in lives. I am trying to be a zealous, painstaking,
admirable in every respect. And it brings me into having no circumscribed range
of my vision.
Ahead of me remain future, I am rushing toward it thru a seemingly
blood-thirsty but shadowy life competition. But I feel alone in that extreme life.
Wrapped in a strange peace, I stand there, taking no heed of time, lost in a
dream.
It is an extraordinary thing that I never seem to get any
peace. I am a man who likes a quiet life. My object in life is to be thoroughly
comfortable. I have devoted a certain amount of thought and a considerable
amount of worth I have, to further that end. But I can’t say that I always
succeed. If things don’t actually happen to me, they happen round me, and
frequently, in spite of my self, I become involved. I hate being involved
honestly.
It was from very beginning, I grow up in a broken-home
family in such an economic hardship. I was still 6 in that time when my mom was
giving a birth for Nanda, my little brother. Surgery procedure had been the
only way to bring about the baby and approved by my family. Taking the medical
surgery in a local hospital, my father was gone literally. Since that he never
comes home and never once sets eyes on us at all, never once.
It felt to me to undertake the practical side of living,
being out of touch of a father. My mom used to burst into a flood of tears
almost every night and displayed uncontrollable emotions. That made me breath
hard as if I had been running. Sometimes, she stepped out into the cool night
air, spent long hours alone, let her imagination run astray. And time has
elapsing to an impasse: I let things drift.
I seized my opportunity to catch attention the people round
me. I entered elementary school at the age of 7 in the one and only school
located at the peak of a hill in my village in West Progo Region, Yogyakarta
Province. It was a good start when I put down on ranked 3rd in the
first semester of grade 1, got ranked 1st from 3rd grader
until 6th. Afterward in 2006, I carried on my study to a well-known
incredible junior high school but I never got the chance to have the first
class degree in the whole 3 years. Graduating from there, I rushed to enroll to
the oldest vocational school in Yogyakarta. I took 4-year program of Mining
Geology class and I had been graduated in this year, 2013, achieved not-too-bad
triumphs. “All the best I can be” becomes the motto to go thru on my every step
of life.
The upcoming December for 2013 yearend I am going to have of
age 20, I must admit that I am not young enough. But I am proud to have been 6
years lived with complete family, settled for almost 3 years with my auntie’s
family, 4 years lived with my grandparents, and more than 6 years with my mom
to present. I would always long for challenging adventure, bright achievement
for goal, an uncompromising devotion to science, and so on…
I pursue my ambition!!!
while on boarding a ship to Tarakan
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