
I didn’t think that life was fair. King of Noon shone brightly on one side of the earth and left the other in miserable dark night. The wind blew from Aegean Sea and poured out raindrops in Tuscany, leaving Cyrene dried exhaustively. Others got rich families, beautiful faces, nice outfits, and I didn’t have them. My friends were bigger, stronger, and I stayed as a sprinkle of dust in the middle of the universe.
When I was 3 years old, I asked my mom why I couldn’t get my birthday celebrated in a party, just like my other friends. She told me that we were not rich enough to do that.
When I was 5 years old, I weighed only 20 kilos. My dad warned me not to play roughly with other bigger friends. Unless, he said, I wanted to be squeezed and crushed over like a tiny orange among stones.
I fought over a boy who mocked me at the school sand box. Well, nobody won. He grabbed my hair and I kicked his bottom. Oh, come on, we were just fifth graders.
See? I really thought that life was unfair.
Things only got worse. In junior high school, everybody called me ‘pedet’ – calf (the little baby of white cow). I knew I was not pretty, but at that moment, I realized, I was pale, ugly, skinny, and unattractive.
I rode a strange bicycle to senior high school. While everybody else got Avansa, Panther, Kuda, I got a mixture of federal bike and old junk. They named my old chap ‘Harley Davidson’ for its ridiculous body.
I wondered and pondered inside my heart;
Will I ever get higher education?
Will I go to the university?
Will I be able to travel away from my hometown?
Will I ever get any faithful real friends?
Will I become someone admirable and respected?
And the biggest question of all:
Am I worthy enough to be loved?
Are You there, God?
Yesterday, a pair of bright eyes asked me to write my life story.
So I searched for a pearl among sand grains in the beach.
I looked at the eve heaven, in case there’s a star left for me.
I wandered throughout the jungle of philosophy to find my precious ones.
Then I realized, I’ve got you, guys.
When I felt alone, I saw the angels surrounding me in this classroom.
When I felt needy, I remembered that you are my own sapphire and rubies.
Your laughter made me richer than anyone in the world.
Your smile showed me a spark of paradise.
Hearing your voices was the tolling bells of eternity.
I might not be taller,
But now I can walk tall with you by my side.
I might not be strong enough to climb a mountain,
But I know I can hold your hands when I fall down.
I might not ever go abroad,
But I am willing to stay like this for hundred years,
As long as I have you here with me.
I don’t know many things,
I don’t know much,
But I know how much I love you.
Yes, life is unfair.
I was not a holy person,
Yet God granted me with such a masterpiece.
He gave me you.
What an amazing grace!