Before The Last Breath

Today it is raining heavily because Saturday is a long weekend for office workers who usually from Monday to Friday always face the editorial desk in front of the computer and the mouse mover directs his fingers back and forth exploring the working paper media. As a worker in the field of state institutions, the demands for completeness of work must be optimal based on intellectuality, consistency and neatness in the use of clothing are a priority in implementing warriors and defending the state prioritizing justice and truth based on democracy from the people, by the people and for the people. That's the meaning of my duty as someone who wants to build our beloved country but as workers we also have time to rest and have to charge our body's batteries.

Saturday is the best day to get rid of all boredom and fatigue but apparently today is the day that makes me less excited because the rain continues to pour in my area until the evening. My heart and mind continued to float in an irregular direction so that I didn't realize I was in an unbalanced position so I fell and made my clothes torn. This is how if the mind is not focused it feels happiness is snatched away by the time of the day and will not be able to return.

This incident annoyed me a little but my heart felt like I was about to laugh at the stupidity that I did because my clothes were torn so I rushed to change them, immediately I went to the wardrobe to change my clothes because I was ashamed too if someone would see my clothes, my mouth would be wide, my face happy , teeth showing they're going to laugh at me, that's what I thought.

While bombarding my clothes in the closet looking for the right fit I gasped and fell silent so intense emotions of sadness rose when I saw a pile of clothes left untouched by one's body and I realized that these clothes actually belonged to my mother's older sister which she didn't get to wear.

I was pensive so deeply and I remember this incident when in 2021 to be exact in July my mother bought clothes for her. At that time she was still in good health when my mother gave this dress to her she just said that this dress will be used in december on christmas, time went on and finally she became seriously ill in november knowing she was 76 years old and did not have time we took him to the hospital finally he breathed his last and he left us forever.

No recent messages from him for us but this pile of clothes reminds me of him. I'm actually thinking at this point, is this a tradition or a teaching from the ancients to always keep good clothes and wear them on historic days or moments of celebration? because my mother also had the same teaching when I bought my own clothes and she said that you have to save them to use on historic celebration days.

The context of this statement and what happened to my mother's older sister raises questions for me.

• Will we know that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and the next we are still breathing on earth?

• Will good clothes delay us from wearing them?

This is a question from the conclusion that has become my current analysis, maybe my parents' words are right that I have to take care of my clothes so that they are not extravagant, it means I will not always buy clothes when attending ceremonial events but in fact our lives in the world will never be understood. which has befallen my mother's older sister who she didn't have time to use and then she's gone forever.

Don't wait and put off something that you should soon enjoy because every path of life cannot be comprehended by the limited human mind, do it while you still can before taking your last breath.

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