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  • SEEING MY FAILURE FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE

    January 7th, 2026

    There are many things I wish I had done differently. But that realization comes after all happened, and it wouldn’t have changed the outcome.

    If only I had done that, or if I hadn’t done that, blah, blah, blah… It’s just speculation, meaningless unless someone is willing to learn from the failures.

    In Indonesia, there’s a very popular saying: “A donkey never falls into the same hole twice.”

    Only a fool would fall into the same mistake.

    In reality, our behavior is very similar to that saying. We seem to be stuck in a pattern that leads us to the same failures or mistakes, over and over again.

    On the one hand, I feel regret for the same mistakes I’ve made so often in my life. But from another perspective, I’m now trying to laugh at myself. Perhaps all those repeated mistakes have served to shape my character, becoming stronger and more forgiving.

    Or, perhaps, I was destined to fill a gap in the universe, making it a complete picture. I happened to encounter a dark or unlucky opportunity. In this world, all events are rotated by God; sometimes you’re in an advantageous position, sometimes you’re in an unlucky one. Like it or not, intentionally or not, I was destined to make the same mistakes, and at the same time, others benefited from those events.

    Conversely, at times, I also benefited from others making mistakes.

    Perhaps my thinking is confusing to you. But I do want to see things from a broader perspective, even from the opposite perspective. It’s been quite helpful in maturing me.

  • HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO RISE FROM A FALL?

    December 26th, 2025

    This question arose in me after seeing someone I know involved in a corruption case. My ex-boss is currently being prosecuted and will soon be imprisoned. Considering his advanced age (60), how will he survive the impact of the case and recover?

    Another case is concerning a former governor. He is also involved in a corruption case. At the same time, his affairs with several women are exposed. His wife can’t take it anymore and filed for divorce. He seemed to have accepted his fate, but who knows what was going on inside?

    Reflecting on this incident, I questioned myself: if that happened to me, could I survive? How long would it take me to recover and get back on my feet? Honestly, I’m not the type of person who enjoys taking risks. Throughout my life, I’ve always walked the straight path. However, trials in life also happen to people like me. These similar cases may occur to members of my family, and whether I like it or not, I will bear the consequences.

    If that happens, I don’t think I’ll recover. I’m a crybaby. I’ll be hurt for the rest of my life.

    Returning to RK, the former governor, I learned how he handled his downfall. He was quite the gentleman. He publicly apologized to his wife for the mistakes he made during their marriage.

    He admitted his mistakes during his marriage to his wife, something not every man would do, especially since he was a very popular figure. But by doing so, he’d removed some of the burden from his heart. He could now focus on facing the corruption case.

    Perhaps, to quickly recover from a downfall, one must have the courage to admit mistakes and ask for forgiveness. RK knew that, and he apologized to his wife, sincerely and consciously. If he continued to deny it, his mental burden would only grow heavier.

    Even from people who are at their lowest, I can learn. We shouldn’t laugh at people like them, but instead, learn valuable lessons from their life experiences.

    Merry Christmas and a happy weekend to all.

  • APOLLO, KHADAFI, AND I WHO FEEL COMFORTABLE AMONG MY MOTHER’S FAMILY

    December 23rd, 2025

    My mother didn’t talk much about the atmosphere at my birthday. I was the first daughter and the first grandchild on my mother’s side of the family. So, I was warmly welcomed there.

    Years later, I realized that my birth year coincided with the year of the Apollo lunar missions. Perhaps my parents didn’t know it either, as television was still rare at the time. They weren’t informed about the world’s excitement the year their daughter was born.

    I remember my grandfather (my mom’s father) eagerly anticipating my arrival. Every time I returned to the village, he would take me to breakfast at the stall in the village market. Whether asked or not, he would happily introduce me to everyone he met, saying, “This is my granddaughter.”

    It seemed he had longed for me. Indeed, we only met two or three times. He died relatively young. Those brief moments with him left a lasting impression on me.

    The year 1969 marked several political events, including the coup d’état by Muammar Gaddafi in Libya and the referendum in Papua, Indonesia. My father and his colleagues probably discussed these events; I was too young to be involved.

    Returning to my family atmosphere, the year I was born, my father’s family seemed uninterested in my birth. I felt this way until my teenage years. Every time I went to my father’s house, I felt completely neglected. I encountered relatives who were overly fussy and complained about everything, especially my mother. Nothing she did ever pleased her sister-in-law.

    The contradiction between the two families led me to choose to stay longer in my mother’s village. As a beloved daughter, I urged my father to return to my mother’s village. He complied. Otherwise, I would often get sick.

    I now realize how the difference in affection between fathers’ and mothers’ families is also experienced by many others. One study found that most people are closer to their mother’s family because mothers tend to be more active in maintaining relationships with their own extended family, which naturally leads to children meeting and becoming closer to relatives on their mother’s side more often.

    What about you, my friend? Are you closer to your mother’s side of the family or your father’s side?

  • I HATE BEING WEAK

    December 21st, 2025

    I hate being weak. Even though I’m no longer young, I still want to be strong, independent, and able to experience more in life. I don’t want to depend on others, especially when it comes to taking care of my own body.

    When I’m sick, I feel like I’m going to die, but I still hope to stay strong and not bother others. It’s so frustrating when I become a burden to others because I feel dizzy or can’t control my body.

    After the illness healed, I felt ashamed. Why couldn’t I control myself and endure the pain? Why did I let my illness make me weak?

    Not only when I’m sick, but in situations where I can’t speak up or be honest, I also feel weak and harbor anger inside. I am obsessed with being independent in all aspects of my life.

    Perhaps being too independent isn’t good. I push myself too hard. It stresses my mind and body. I try living a relaxed lifestyle, but I still demand perfection and independence. This makes it difficult for me to have a joyful life.

    I was created to be a strong woman. However, when I’m sick, I have to rely on others to heal my body. I hate that.

    I fail to show myself compassion. If my body could talk, it would ask me to be gentle with it. It has worked hard for so long. It’s natural for its strength to weaken.

    Perhaps I need to learn how to love myself. In addition to the concept of slow living, I also need to practice self-compassion.

  • REJECTED BUT I PERSIST

    December 13th, 2025

    I was appointed to lead a work division 5 years ago. The position before was held by someone who was quite popular in the office. I replaced his position after his affair was exposed to the public, and the peak leader in government cannot tolerate that.

    Since he was popular, my appointment was disliked and even refused. The staff considered me their enemy. Their loyalty was only to the ex-boss. They looked passive and responded unenthusiastically to my talk, order, or question. Even the drawer in my workroom was still locked, as if I was not allow to use it.

    I kept the feeling of rejection for weeks. Yet I never let anyone intimidate me; that’s one of the principles of my life. I continued asking them to accomplish work while I learnt the characters of each. Months there, I have quite a lot of information about my staff; who have skills and are diligent, who talk and protest only, and who are obedient yet less skilled.

    Once I identify them, I can manage and empower them according to their competency. I built their trust and respect for me. I never talk badly about their ex-boss. I don’t care at all about their old time with their ex-boss; I only expect them to work well, be loyal to me, and if they keep disliking me, please go out and work in another division.

    I would not say that they all love me now. Some still resist, yet not openly. I learnt that in every place, there must be some who like and dislike you. Don’t be too bothered. Life will go on. Do the best, let the universe bring many good things into your life.

  • IF ONLY I COULD STOP CONSUMERISM?

    December 8th, 2025

    I once resolved not to buy new clothes too often. I have plenty, enough to last me a lifetime. Even if I gave a few away, I’d still have enough to cover my body and enhance my appearance.

    However, that resolve didn’t last long. I longed for new clothes. I realized that even if I wore new clothes, my appearance wouldn’t be more modern or sophisticated. That’s just the way I was; it couldn’t be upgraded any further (hehehe).

    Every time I was tempted to buy a bolder style, a voice inside me would whisper, “It’s not for you.” I’d end up buying clothes that were similar in style or color to the ones I already have in my closet.

    So, why do I continue buying new clothes even though I try to break the habit?

    I did it to please myself. New clothes bring a fresh aura compared to old ones. Trust me, you’ll feel comfortable and light every time you wear a new dress you chose when you were feeling happy. The feeling is different when you wear an old dress, even if it’s still in good condition. Perhaps the positive aura of the old dress has faded with the frequency of wearing it.

    I don’t mean to encourage you to overconsume. I admire people who consistently wear old clothes to save the world from waste. However, I haven’t been able to do that yet.

    Also, I get bored easily. I need small changes to improve my mood. Buying new clothes can relieve boredom and lift my spirits. Having something new that I’ve dreamed of will circulate energy around and encourage me to do more good for myself and those around me.

  • WHAT YOU EAT DEFINES YOU

    December 7th, 2025

    I recently came to understand the meaning of this saying. For a long time, I thought of food as a usual thing everyone does to survive. The richer a person, the higher quality (and usually more expensive) food they consume. Poor people had to accept their circumstances and consume whatever food they could afford.

    But I was wrong. A person’s consumption patterns and food choices reflect who they are and the quality of life they desire. This issue is not related to social status or wealth. When someone is conscious of their food choices, they have defined themselves well.

    A self-aware person will choose and then consume food that is good for the body and the soul’s health. In Islam, for example, the soul needs halal food. Muslims are required to consume halal food, both in terms of ingredients and in terms of financial resources to get food.

    What about the body?
    The body needs food that can maintain its function and performance as a human being. Not all foods can have that effect. Most dishes in the world are designed to please the human palate and throat; few actually improve health or maintain good body function.

    For the past six months, I’ve been struggling to recover my health. Initially, I relied on medication. It didn’t work. I started jogging regularly. It helped just a little, but not completely. After I started a diet free of rice and oily foods, my health stabilized. I eat tubers, eggs, and lots of vegetables and fruits. I feel much better now.

    What I’ve been consuming lately has DEFINED me, shaped who I am today. I feel like I’ve been reborn.

  • PROTECTING YOUR CONSCIENCE FROM WORKPLACE CONSPIRACY

    December 2nd, 2025

    The world of work has recently left me feeling confused and angry. Many rules that should have been strictly followed are now being violated by a handful of junior staff for their own gain.

    My heart feels heavy when I think about this situation. Some of the younger staff in my office seem impatient to wait for their turn to reach higher positions. They make various moves to seize any available opportunity by violating rules and ethics.

    I feel the generational gap widening (I’m Generation X and they’re millennials). This wouldn’t happen under proper governance. The problem is that I work with the top leader who allows all the cheating to occur. He has formed his own circle of loyal and obedient staff, primarily to further his and his group’s ambitions for self-enrichment. Since he can’t fire other colleagues and me, he systematically undermines our roles.

    Corruption, nepotism, and collusion are chronic diseases in my country. All levels of government suffer from them. Those who work by the rules are left behind, considered stupid and old-fashioned.

    I discussed this issue with several friends who hold similar positions to me. They were experiencing the same thing. Despair.

    There was nothing I could do but let the situation change on its own. It might take a tsunami to destroy, or a team of angels to send them straight to hell.

    Maintaining this feeling of disappointment, neglect, and disrespect was indeed not easy. Fortunately, I always consoled myself by doing positive things and convincing myself that all negative deeds would be punished. I didn’t need to be too sad or angry.

    However, maintaining a positive mood in such an environment was no easy task. Such a dark atmosphere seemed to shorten my lifespan. I was certain this feeling wasn’t due to the sensitivity of aging. It was a rejection from my pure heart.

  • MONEY IS NOT ALWAYS MATTER

    November 30th, 2025

    I was asked to provide outreach on waste management at the household and small to medium-sized enterprise meeting. The outreach was for a small group of women entrepreneurs in the food and beverage production. I agreed, even though the event was held on Sunday, my day off. Actually, I could have asked my staff to conduct the outreach, but I decided to do it myself because I had nothing else to do that day.

    The next day, the contact person informed me that they couldn’t provide a proper incentive for my services. This meant they would pay me less.
    This information bothered me for days.

    I did not mind being underpaid, but I wished they hadn’t told me that. My sincere desire to share knowledge was now filled with questions. Why would they pay me less? Did they not have enough funds to carry out the activity? Or were they only trying to steal the money so they could use it for themselves?

    I wouldn’t have minded at all, regardless of how much they gave me. Even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered, because I had ever worked without being paid as a resource person. I’d only been given a plaque as a reward.

    I believe that whatever I receive is my sustenance. Unless there’s a formal employment contract that specifies the honorarium I receive and the specific tasks I’m expected to perform. In that case, I will sue my right.

    But this event was a semi-social activity. Of course, I understand their limitations.

    I came to the meeting after much thought. I resolved my own questions. I reminded myself that sincerity in doing something is crucial. Never do something solely for material rewards. If you only focus on material gain, you won’t find happiness or satisfaction in the activity.

    The event ultimately went well. I was pleased with the response to my outreach. I met the sincere young lecturers who initiated the meeting (I commend their passion for service), and the small business owners who were intrigued by the material I presented. My doubts were dispelled.

    Alhamdulillah (Praise be to God).

  • SACRIFICE FOR THE GOOD OF ALL

    November 28th, 2025

    I’m reevaluating my perspective on life’s trials. Trials are not punishment from God or Allah. Trials are not humiliation. There may be a path on a human journey to become wiser and cultivate a sense of humanity.

    A few days ago, a friend told me how his life had fallen apart in recent years. His wife suffered from severe depression and was prone to public violence. He had been humiliated by her several times in front of family, friends, and neighbors. Due to her embarrassing behavior, he decided to reduce social gatherings with neighbors and focus on raising their children.

    I felt sorry for him. As a man in an Eastern culture, it would have been easy for him to divorce his wife and rebuild a new life, taking his children with him. However, he rejected the idea. He didn’t want to do that. He was still considering his wife’s situation. Did he truly love her? Not really. He only felt responsible for her. She refused any treatment or medication, but he continued to accept her as she was, which made things difficult for everyone.

    I reflected on his case and compared it to the trials in my own life. I’ve had a dozen serious problems or two, and I’ve been plunged into sadness. However, after overcoming those trials, I returned to my routine with renewed vigor. Although my joy was somewhat diminished (I don’t think I’ll ever feel that exuberant joy again), I felt like my life wasn’t that bad.

    Of course, my trials were nothing compared to those of my friend. His circumstances were different. However, I learned from him that a sense of responsibility for our own lives and the lives of others (family) can save many lives. He sacrificed himself, but through that sacrifice, he saved the lives of his two children, his sick wife, and his in-laws, who, unfortunately, now live with him.

    It takes a great soul to endure such a trial.

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