Through
days, I find that broken things never be the same again, right? As I write this, I think about that naïve little
girl once I mentioned on path. She does exist. Once live a naïve little girl
who always see the good in people. She always turned her point of view to get
what other people want. Just to get any reason why people do this and that. She
understood well. She just understood well. Seems like there’s nothing in the
world will be making her mad. But one thing she didn’t realize, her
understanding take her piece by piece. She may be good to people but she
sometimes didn’t get what she want. Yet she still felt okay.
As
the time passed by, storms and strong wind raged her world. She held back and
stand. She just smiled back to the storms and the strong wind. She knew why the
storm raged and why the wind blew strongly towards her. She just understood and
smiled back. Sometimes she hugged the storms and giggled. Sometimes she stroked
the strong wind so it would calmed a bit. She grew stronger of course. She just
okay. She was.
She
friend with so many kind of storm in her life. But then one storm, one big
strange storm rage her. In one kill. She knows that she’s not strong enough.
She can’t be friend with that big strange storm. She’s no longer smiling
widely. She’s no longer strong. She’s no longer see the good in people. She’s
just no longer that naïve little girl. She just broke into pieces.
She
knows well that she’s no longer her old self. She’s no longer the same. She
just broke down to pieces. She wants her old self so badly. She tried so hard
to be her old self but she can’t. She just can’t fix herself. No matter how
hard she tried. She realize that her old self was so precious that she couldn’t
lost it. That naïve little girl who see the good in people, who smiling widely,
who do good only. That naïve little girl just cannot be found anywhere. That
naïve little girl just lost.
She
tried so hard to be her old self. She thought so hard. She crawled. She cried.
She didn’t want to do anything. She lost interest to everything. She just so
lost. But then she realized that a broken thing, even if it fixed, it wouldn’t
be the same anymore. She realized that she couldn’t be her old self. She
couldn’t be back as that naïve little girl. She has changed. Even if it’s not
that good she’d tried to fix herself. Even she couldn’t live as that naïve
little girl any longer.
That’s
just right that a broken thing, even if it fixed, it wouldn’t be the same
anymore. She may be no longer that naïve little girl anymore. But she’s just
fine now. She’s just find another world to conquer. She just grow another
stronger. She may not be friend with that one big strange storm but she’s just
learned.
Later
on, she will know how to handle things better. She’ll know how to face another
storm. She know even if she couldn’t be the same any longer she still can live
another way. As long as she’s happy. As long as the other is happy. As long as
she knows what’s important and what’s not. She’s just fine now. Even she’s no
longer the same person as before.
- March, 10th 2017
