On swollen wounded leg and crooked book pages
When I fell from the bike for the second time in one month span for the same cause last week, the first thing that passed my mind was how I hadn't felt a physical pain in such a long time like that. I've been driving motorbike since I was 16. I've only had 5 small accidents, including the last 2 that I got recently.
I always kept my books as clean and tidy as possible. I hated even a small crook on the corner of a page. I hated it when people fold a page instead putting a bookmark or post-it to remind them where they left off. When I backpacked last month, I brought a book in my bag. Most of the time I didn't even touch it. It was buried under the cloths and shoes, and somehow forgotten until that day I sat in a bus station, waiting for our next trip to other city, feeling bored. So I dug into my bag and found the book with every crook in it's pages.
These small events in my life that happened recently might seem to be minor. But for me they are a big reminder. A notification and emphasizement of life lessons. And because I need to remind myself about this, I decided to write it down. That when bad things strike and I were about to give up, I'll have this to read back.
That unpredictable and unexpected things happen. That life doesn't always go your way. The world doesn't always revolve around you. Until last month, if someone asked me what's this year meant tome, I would say it's a year of trying and struggling and broken-hearted. To say these past 2 years have been hard is an understatement.
But then, I went places and met people whose stares I couldn't forget. And these things happened. These past 2 years have been hard - but again, what year hadn't? Each year that has passed surely had their own ups and downs. And I have to remind my self again that no one is really happy all the time anyway. It's not human. Those hard 2 months cannot steal away the blessing in each day of your 365 days in a year, and the good 10 months.
Life is simple and life is hard. Life is a blessing and life is a trying. Life is this and sometimes the events, incidents, cases are out of your hand. A tragedy. A destiny. No one's fault. What you have to remember is chin up and stand again. When you mess up one thing make sure that you revenge it on the other parts of your life. Revenge them to be awesome. And live your life. And shouldn't life be like a second-hand book anyway? It might look worn out and chapped - but obviously well-lived. That the crooks and chapped lines are the reminder of 'been there, done that, survived!' kind of thing.
And remember that when you walked into the production office with swollen wounded left leg and right palm last week, people started asking what happened to you and you just kept walking lightly saying "Life happened". Bad things and unfortunate events occur sometimes, but that's okay. That's okay because your life is going on. You are moving on. You are living.