“God, the most merciful, guide me to be a person with a merciful heart”
translated from “Beranjak Dewasa (Grown up)”sang by Sherina Munaf
I am worry to be a heartless person.
I am worry to be a bad daughter
Worry to be a bad sister
Because I know hot it feels when someone treat you bad. And beyond you can imagine, being hurtful is very easy. Very easy…. because you no need to syncronize your logic with your heart for that.
You can be a very kind and bright person, but you forget to consider sociological and anthropological side of other people, then BOOM! You will mess up their feeling.
I learn this precious thing while I am waiting for my mom in the hospital. When you really tired you will have no mood to listen other people prejudice and comment to you.
Sometimes people can’t see and feel how someone already stressful inside. Already emotionally drained. Some people, maybe majority, try to show how strong they are in front off anyone… but you never know what will they do when they close their door… swipe the curtain. Maybe some of them crying.
Some people, don’t want to watch sad movies because they are very sensitive. My brother, a taekwondo and karate athlete. He always lock his room when he watchs Lion King. Inside, he will spent a roll of tissue to wipe his tears when Mufasa died because killed by Oscar.
People who never know him will tell that he never cry, unsensitive, always kidding for everything.
Some grown-up people also will compare between him and I. While we are two different people. I love indoor activities, my brother loves to be outdoor.
And we have 8 years age gap.
When my mom sick, when my dad passed away, when we fail to do something. Always some people who pointed our nose, “oh you are wrong”
What people never want to care is we have so many stories behind the scene that no one never know. We tried our best for everything.
When I leave my country to study, I was so depressed because I hear people opinion about how bad I am to leave my mom, my brother, to jobless. Smart… but heartless. No one care that until I reach that point I also cried so many times. And my brother is the one who support me the best until the end. My mom is the one who let me go “you should be better than me. You should reach what you want”
Some people, mainly adult, never care how someone reach one point in their life.
And I keep praying to the God, I don’t want to grown up if I become that kind of adult.
It is okay to be a person with critical analysis and opinion. But, don’t you think the “added value” of being an adult is maturity? And it means you can positioned yourself, you can deliver your opinion by considering the psycological side of someone… the timing… everything.
The trickiest part, even if we already try our best for that, we might still fail for this thing. But, at least we try. And later or soon, hopefully, we can control our manner.
Hopefully, we can be a better person.
And maybe become an adult is not as scary as some people imagine. Hopefully.
(For my brother: thank you… )