When Life Gives Us Magic...

Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go...

A fallen leaf is nothing more than a summer's wave of goodbye.

Kelahiran.

Kemelekatan.

Peperangan.

Kepulangan.

Siklus kehidupan. Keajaiban cinta Sang Maha Digdaya.

Sekuat apapun kita berupaya mempertahankannya, jika IA berhendak untuk kita melepaskannya... keberserahan dan keikhlasan... itulah yang nyatanya membuat setiap akhir menjadi indah dan penuh makna. 

Setelah menanti selama beberapa warsa, musim gugur tahun ini menjadi beautiful reminder bagi saya. Meskipun awalnya batin saya berkonflik, namun kesadaran juga yang menuntun saya untuk menyelaraskan antara pikiran dan perasaan saya. I was dealing with my own battle, and only God could help me, and show me the way. 

Broken crayons still color.

Betul sekali. 

What's broken can be mended. What's hurt can be healed. No matter how dark it gets is gonna rise again.

Tuhan telah menuliskan semua agendaNya di Lauh Mahfuz untuk saya jalani. 

Saya mensyukuri keindahan yang IA telah karuniakan. 

WaktuNya juga yang meminta saya untuk melepaskannya...

Dan, keberserahan padaNya lah yang memampukan saya membuka pintu jiwa ini, membiarkannya berlalu, mengalirkan segenap rasa... mengembalikan padaNya.

Setelah beberapa saat IA berikan saya kesempatan merasakan keindahan itu.

Every experience. Every trial. Every emotion is part of His Divine plan.

The pens have been lifted and the ink has dried. 

Maktub. It's written. 

My dear,

I was made for loving you, eventhough I can't be with you.

Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time, and knowing it would be my favorite. 

You came into, return, open, and sweep through my life for a myriad of reasons. God's reasons. 

I can never unlove you, darling... I'll just love you in a different way now.

So, I miss you. I send you love and light every time I think of you.

Farewell, my dear...

I'm sure you crossed my path in style.

Thank you for your love and all the loving memories.

Ever remember we had a thing so rare... we were best friends and skilled lovers, both we helped one another to be a home and an adventure all at once. 

May this parting be warm and sweet. 

Blessed be, Love...

After A While

After a while you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand and chaining a soul

and you learn

that love doesn’t mean leaning

and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn

that kisses aren’t contracts

and presents aren’t promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of woman,

not the grief of a child

and you learn

to build all your roads on today

because tomorrow’s ground is

too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down

in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

that even sunshine burns

if you get too much

so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting for someone

to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure

you really are strong

you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn

with every goodbye, you learn…

~ 1971, Veronica A. Shoffstall. Source.