If You Hate Ur Life

This morning, I went around the small town. Go to the villages I saw a very mmm I do not know how to say it. 

Then I thought, how I was not grateful to my life. 

I want a lux house, newer car, feel the balance is not always enough for my life. I sometimes feel jealous of  girl A because she has a world brand handbags, girl B can buy luxury vehicles. Then the girl C who had a partner as handsome as Edward Cullen. Ha ha ha. 

And in my mind, I assume it's still human.

Then, I want to like the girl who wore a gray blouse. Teaching in the classroom, and sang with her students. 

Or like the girl who wore red uniforms, beautyful make up in the bank or on the plane.

How I was not grateful. Then I complain, why do I have to be like this. Could only see jealous of them. 

When I spend time in the big city, I see luxury homes, expensive apartments, and a big mall. I'm so jealous. Shopping with lots of shopping bags are not able to be taken by these two hands. And I still want to do a holiday trip to India, Venice and China, which must be very expensive as well.

And at the peak of saturation, I feel I became very hated myself for not being able as they are more successful than most other girls.

But this morning,

I saw woven bamboo walls of their house almost broken down. Dirt-floored house, and only small.

No mall, plaza or minimarket. There is only a small grocery store with dusty goods. I see girls who are very different. Without powder, eyeshadow, blush and lipstick. They do not read fashion magazines. Wearing clothes that I think does not matching. Yellow tshirt and bright green skirt. But they seemed to glow naturally.

No brightly colored small car in their driveway. There is only a rusty bicycle that took them to the fields and gardens. Washing at river.

But they looked very smiling. Their smile more cheerful. Not confused to find an ATM to view account balances. Because they only have money for this day. Their desire is very simple. Can come together with family, children, husband. See their children grow up. As long as their children can eat on time and go to school, no one else can make them anxious. 

When I heard them talking with their local language, (perhaps they think that I can only understand Bahasa Indonesia). They said, "It was good to be that girl (me). It looks pretty, neat, fragrant, clean, bright and had a wonderful future. We are village women, who live only for the routine. If I was given the chance, I want to be like her. or at least sometime, my daughter as her"

After that, I could only get into the car, reflect their words. How I should be more grateful for what I've got.