This is my first prose. It is like contemplation, reflection or you can say rambling writing. I write lengthy, confused, or inconsequential you can say. However, this is my first attempt to make a prose in English. I hope you like it.

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I’m so tired today. My destination is still far to go, but I believe in the path will be open if we exerting to the utmost. Well what can I said for now; the moon is warmed up the night. Meanwhile the AC is so cold and I became drowsy. Friend of mine is already slept and I am still in here wandering to some area that I can’t define. Well, I hope everything will be okay for tomorrow. In the end I will take a sleep for charge energy to uphold my nerve.

The spirit within my soul is so struggling between heart and mind. Sometimes it’s very difficult to find harmonize between it. Strange quirk suddenly changes my target. And here I’m totally get lost.

In another parts I really got a kind of sparkle. But it is still to maintaining that habit is so hard. I had to be optimistic. The path is open for everyone. I enjoy the grateful shade of my life without any complaints. It should be like that.

For what do we must complaints? Everything is in the right place. God give me abundance of hope, prosperity and speed together with sadness, hardship, and failure. So why do I need complaints and ungrateful. My soul you must reinventing what you had bond to.

You had had your word of honor to accomplish. In the midst of turbulence of mind and heart you still have trust within. For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move. I want to start it from little things, start from my own, and do it now.

I believe that our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds; and until we know what has been or will be the peculiar combination of outward with inward facts, which constitute a man’s critical actions, it will be better not to think ourselves wise about his character. But I am asking when I exert to the utmost why still I don’t get it? A friend of mine reminds me that you need to be patient, never say give up, push the boundaries, and in the end pray to God. But why some people who always pray doesn’t realize their dreams?  

Again my friend answering that God answers prayer in three ways. He says “yes” and gives what you want. He says “no” and gives you something better. He says “wait” and gives you the best in His own time. We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. What we call the beginning is often the end and to make an end is to make a beginning. the end is where we start from.

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  • lillyrose on Dec 16, 2010

    Very good attempt. I am English but I still get the written English language wrong sometimes. Yours was a very beautiful write, with much feeling. There are a few words that are miss spelt for the way you are using them but it didn\’t spoil the loveliness of your words. I take my hat off to anyone who tries writing in a second language.

  • lillyrose on Dec 16, 2010

    Very good attempt. I am English but I still get the written English language wrong sometimes. Yours was a very beautiful write, with much feeling. There are a few words that are miss spelt for the way you are using them but it didn\\\’t spoil the loveliness of your words. I take my hat off to anyone who tries writing in a second language.

  • JoniJones on Dec 17, 2010

    Wow great writing, Like!

  • SimplyShash on Dec 17, 2010

    Nicee share. Keep coming.

  • Kamasa45 on Dec 17, 2010

    @All: thank you very much for your kind comments.
    @Lisa: thank you very much for your constructive suggestion. I try writing English as best as I can and try every day to grasp the nuances which is different with Indonesian as my native language. Do you have suggestion on how to reduces few words that are miss spelt? Many thanks once again

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