Picking up Pebbles
Once upon a time I saw a child with a strange hobby: picking up pebbles. Not knowing what he was doing, I just crouched in wonder watching. The child kept sorting, he took one stone, looked at it, then threw it away, the other stones did the same, until he found one stone to keep.
What a child! Stones that are stored immediately brought home. And on the way, there was a look of happiness on his face. His smile floats. Continue to glow as the steps recede home.
What is the meaning of a pebble, I thought days later. However, the smile as bright as the happy child, it's hard for me to forget. Until I came to the conclusion: to be happy, you don't need anything fancy. Just something simple to be thankful for.
Why are we often sad? Why do we feel that the world is a collection, a slice of a collection of all injustice and unhappiness. In fact, sometimes we keep explaining all the reasons that lead to all our suffering. Until, at one point, we start to be those who often blame.
Our hands pointing to person A is a source of suffering. Not satisfied, then we appoint person B, person C, and so on. Even after all the fingers have been pointed out, we don't fail to spread out the paper and start writing down the names of all the origins of dissatisfaction.
That true happiness is what is present in the heart. One problem can be a source of suffering, but that doesn't mean that it can't be a source of happiness.
Don't we ourselves determine the path of life we will live. We are the ones who choose for every step forward. We choose, do we want to be happy or continue to cry over life. We also choose, want to keep going or just stop here.
For every wrong step, which has implications for anxiety, then be happy. It could be God's way of teaching us through experience. Hopefully the same mistake will not be repeated in the future which we may regret very much.
Life does not have a way back to back. However, be happy because God has given us minds to learn, both from all life and various experiences. By yourself or what others have experienced.
We will always feel sadness. Lamenting sadness continuously, that's what should be avoided. Let all the sorrows that hit you become like unstoppable water, flowing beautifully towards the ocean of understanding.
My mind went back to the kid who started running on the way home. On the way, his feet tripped. From grimacing then bursting into crying. His dusty knees bent, blood dripping from the cut skin. Then a grown man began to approach the child. Wiping away the ashes that stained his knees, giving a kiss to his forehead and then stroking it.
The adult man then began to carry the child. He smiled happily. However, when he was about to leave, the child stopped the adult man. Pointing to some of the fallen pebbles he had chosen earlier. Ask to pick up the pebbles for storage. I was again amazed, what is the importance of those pebbles? Until then I came to the conclusion: that no matter how bitter life is, it is not good to be forgotten.