Dating back to five months ago, it was a rainy afternoon in February the 25th.
As I was sitting by the large wooden window, i was staring at the drops of drizzling rain.
Beautiful and peaceful.
As I was sitting by the large wooden window, i was staring at the drops of drizzling rain.
Beautiful and peaceful.
Again, the way that my dearest author inspires me is awesome!
I
mean, hey, we are more or less the
same ages, but how can't I just be as inspirative as she is? I know, I know; ages don't have anything
to do with great deeds and creativity which ones do. Sure, she and I are
completely two different people, and each other is destined to have different
kind of ... intelligence. Errr, now I
feel hurt by merely the quality that I lack of. It may be because I am not
smart enough to open up my mind, get the great things around me, and share them
in such an outstanding way that I can simply inspire other people - just like she always does - so that I
seem to play another role as the one who is badly inspired - by so many great
figures in the world; such as Sitta Karina Rachmidiharja, those people in my
Google+ circle, social medias, musicians, actors, family and people in my
nearest side of life; as well as by a great number of simple things around me;
such as the sun, cats, paper flower, cute yellowish dry leafs, and even drops
of rain. I mean, though I never am an inspirator, at least I do my job very
well as an inspired one. Okay, I
sound desperate just now -_-
