Once, as I stayed in Yogya, I passed a kid maybe he was around 6 or 7 years old. I was jogging when he saw a bright sky with the moon still existed.
“Mom, there is still a moon at the sky,” said it with excited feeling.
Hei kid, what’s problem with the moon, it just another common natural event. Yep I said loudly to him in my heart.
He still amazed with the natural event, and I deemed it with flat face.
Kid, you can hit something in front of you, if you don’t walk appropriately. Yep I said it when I stared the sky as well. *So who is the moron one right now?*
I found the moon with half form and began shading because its light failed to conquer the sun’s smile. But I could see the holes just like my face. If I were there, I would jump just to know how high I could reach.
I started grow up amazing feeling. Second and second just passed like a wind and brought me to stand up in his shoes
“I would be more naive if I were on his age.”
The feeling still memorise in my long term memory, recognising common object as a new one.
Years I’ve been passing make me resist and difficult to identified the beauty of simplicity. Every little thing that I see, hear, touch, in million times can be a new one in next second.
Thanks God you had taught me one think, and thanks to chubby kid, I wish I could pinch your cheek for once :D.
