CURFEW

Curfew is my best buddy.  Only the owl and silence dwell...
Keep the night younger... stay here longer

TOOTH FAIRY

Tooth fairy
come and visit me
It's not money
my tooth is my theme

Take your friends for me
spread hope in my heart
I dont need your money
Pull my teeth away

I dont need my teeth
I need my peace
Take all those symbols
Let me rest

EXPIRY DATE

What do you do when a product is expired? Throw it away... That's a logical answer. Expiry date is a previously determined date after which something should no longer be used, either by operation of law or by exceeding the anticipated shelf life for perishable goods. So do not wait until the expiry good contaminates any member of your family. 

Expiry date also applies to human being. Young age means your expiry date is still long. People puts so much hope on you and you are well looked after. You are placed in a safe dwelling in which the temperature and the cleanliness are of significant issue.  The philosophy behind it is simple, be ready when the time needs you. 

At your productive age, people adore  and kneel down as you pass them. That is the time when they are in need of you, so, consider yourself the king or the queen of the universe, no matter how small the universe is. People are dependent on you. They put their breath of life in your hand. It all depends on you whether you are going to support them or deny their existence. 

Most people, spend this phase of their life, supporting people around them. In return they adore and worship you. They laugh at your stupid jokes. They vote for you even if you don't expect them to do so. They even call you a genie. 

Things turns blue and gray when the expiry date is over. That's the time when those who used to support you have developed their own strength and are able to stand on their own. This is the time when you  turn into nuisance and suffering. You are poisonous. This is the time to get rid of you before you become contaminated. 

CAN I ASK YOU GOD?

Can I ask you God.... what does doing good mean? If it is the things that I have heard from the Bible, enlighten me God, why do I have to pay for doing things written in the Bible. Is that what being crucified mean?  Please God enlighten me.... I am begging you Lord... I want to remain your child until the last breath is taken from me. But I need your support to remain strong and be your child until the day arrives.

I AM ME

I have acquainted myself with the truth ever since I was a child. My parents brought the concept to my awareness when I began to understand that I am part of the reality. Those are the black and white of truth. My mom was the source of truth. She told me what is right and wrong. I perceived the right ones as the truth. That was the simple logic of a child. At that time the definition of truth was so simple.

As I grow up I began to know other sources of truth. The Sunday School, my friends at school or my friends in the neighborhood  were  among them. I began to realize that life is not as simple as I thought it was. Some concept of truth are conflicting. As to overcome my confusion I began to classify the source of truth and at the same time develop my own concept of truth. My interaction with the reality have brought new perspectives and they are my subjective perspectives. Today it is the truth, but tomorrow heaven knows what.

When I began to work I had conflicts with many people, for I have seen that what I believe as the truth are not considered as the truth to others. People began to try to shape my concept of truth. I nodded not because I believe in what they say. I nodded because that was the way to survive at work. I hate myself for being a hypocrite, but I am tired of entering the battle of life. So I let them have their way as long as they did not bother me. I was happy to some extent when I quit working. I could be the real me and believing in my own truth. However I also noticed that my own believe in truth had been exchanged the comfort financial life that I gained from my work.  

Now that I don't work I can put a distance between me and all the stuff of truth. I decide what truth is and I don't have to worry about being accused of making mistakes. So the truth does not live in my consciousness anymore. The truth is now me. 

SLEEPY HEAD, IT'S TIME TO GET UP

I have never experienced a person as diligent as her. She works very hard yet she managed to divide her time between work and study well. She is very, extremely quiet. She works, and works, she studies, and studies. She helps me and I do not see any point of which I need to complain. 
She was thin with curly black hair. She has straighten her hair to make her look like all the girls living in the city. I personally prefer to see her curly hair growing  upward and made her head looks bigger. I like to see her with an identity of her own. Well, it's her hair, not mine, so I have to burried my preference deep down inside my heart and head.

She is from a small vilage in NTT. Through my discussion with her I notice that she hardly ever been raised by her parents. She had to work in a relative's house just to get the opportunity to continue her studies in the high school. It did not sound like a beautiful life to me, but I noticed that she is very thankful of what life has to offer her and loves her family deeply as mentioned in her status in the social media. Every month I have to help her support her family financially.
I compare her to my children and see a big hollow in the way I raise my children.  My children have the opportunity to focus in their studies without worrying about the rest of their life. I call their life an Abracadabra Life. All they have to do is study and the room get cleaned, the food is available on the dining table, and everything what a growing up girl longs to have is there. Despite of being thankful to they always forget to count their blessings and complain. They do not know what struggle really is. Any threat to their comfort life is called problem.
Comparing her to my children is not fair. However it is not a sin that I finally arrived to a conclusion that struggle is healthy to help children growing up. It is a bit too late to put my children into the battle of life, but I really believe that they have to wake up. Sleepy head, it's time to get up.