Ikhlas

If anyone knows how to wish and dream, that's me. Daydreams, night dreams, and nostalgic sighs (mehe mehe istilah indonesianya). Nowadays, rushed by obligations and preparations in an unnatural speed (result of those procrastinations and indolences), I almost have no time for daydreaming, and even for night dreams.

In little rests between work, I do a lot of thinking, doing that nostalgic sighs, about how I easily took everything for granted, and when I realized then, that was way too late. In the end, 'Maybe that's the way things work' is my only self-justification, a defense against regret. The answer is only God knows what. Ikhlas is what I really have to do at the moment.　

Over the next days, infused by Ramadhan spirit, I'll get my hands full of hopes, wishes, prayers, trying to recuperate, regain myself, ask forgiveness from others and most of all try to forgive myself.