Dear Blog, Today there was an interesting conversation on my way back home from work with my colleague, my manager, and my best friend: Ms.Shinta. She said, maybe jokingly, "Oh, my life is heavy." while she was taking her big bags. And I said "My baggage is heavier than my life." We laughed. I talked to myself then, "How can life be heavy? My workplace is near my house, I work with kids, I am very thankful of it. Oh, it's just my campus that makes my life heavy. Because it's so far." We giggled. It makes me smile of how I want to write my days here. I am not a significant person. If I died, there would be no armageddon, anywhere, unlike a Mahaguru, or a CEO of a company, or even a Mother. I am not that significant, but I want my life to be significant. In my understanding, being significant means doing something that contributes goodness to yourself, and doing it progressively; either slowly, calmly, tightly, loosely, it doesn't matter. It...
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