Writing is a thing to express and to navigate our own thoughts. It’s a way to articulate and to convey what we try to say. Writing is a true form of influencing, for the good or even for the bad. There are times when I question whether I can make it happen during my lifetime or not, but I believe I still am, aspiring to be a writer. By writing we learned skeptical even for our own writing, giving a room for improvement.
There is still a lot to be done, I have not explored myself through for longer form of writing. I wonder when did this all began, and I think the first suspect is fiction books. Reading them ignites myself to be more articulate and to push my imagination. There are only a few of my medium posts that were completed in only one iteration. Most of them have gone through a phase of editing and re-writing to make it a bit better and a bit easier to read. I’m still juggling between those two methods and each one of them have their timing of when to use.
This is my first attempt, first shot, of writing a more longer article/content than the one I used to write. I believe the future ones will be better, so if you do bear with me, I’d like to thank you dear readers for giving me your time and being part of my search to write better.
Around 8 a.m. I’m about to start my day with boiled eggs. Turns out my plan got to a delay, as the gas for the stove runs out. I had to walk to a nearby store that I usually call as warung ibu ubad. The sky is giving blue sky and free from the clouds, enabling the sun to give warmth that accompany my walk. The route was fairly familiar, its located around 500m from my house, you can put a blindfold on me and I can comfortably walk safely there.
As I walked through, the moment felt even warmer with the exchange of small nods and smiles with my neighbors. I stopped and spent a couple of minutes to have a small talk, catching up with Ibu Enin, whom age I did not precisely remember but I’m sure she’s over 60 years of age. I’m glad that she is still fairly healthy and happy, and most importantly, can remember me really well! She even gave me a bag-full of tofu, an act that means something really special for me. I wish Ibu Enin an everlasting health and happiness. From this, I learned that simple act of going out, sunlight, and interactions (real interactions) can give you the right energy to start and strike through the day.
After I arrived at Ibu Ubad, it turned out that the gas was not in stock. Nevertheless, I did not went back home empty handed. I came back with the memory of smiles and nods from the neighbors that who knows when can I meet them again for the years to come. I came back with their prayers hopes for me.
As for my boiled egg, I sort out of the cooking-gas problem by buying it from another gas distributor and I have the egg served around 10 a.m. on its perfect state, not under or over-boiled.
The day felt much lighter and easier, not filled with anxiety or fear despite the state of the country I live in today.
This story was mindfully (and maybe thoughtfully) written with one iteration and little level of editing. It took around 30 minutes for me to write the story of my Sunday morning. I expect that it will take longer time for other topic of writing that require more thought process that I will try to do in future writings.
That is it for today. Thank you