At first, I didn’t know what to write — yet I really felt like writing. I left this page for a while and logged in to my facebook account. And, as usual, things there got me inspired.

I’d like to talk about how you make a living. Sometimes, in doing so, you have to face things that you don’t wish to. For example, what happened with Satpol PP a few days ago in Priok. They had to fight those little kids because it was what they were being told to by their boss(es).

Even one person who passed away was a regular visitor of the tomb. He didn’t want to do it. Yet, he thought he didn’t have any choices left — although I think there were some. It was how he made a living.

Almost the same thing happened with some relatives of mine who had to fight my father a few years ago simply because it was how they made a living. The situation was rather complex because we (my family) thought that they had choices, they could make money doing something else — in a better way.

But, then, we tried to understand. And, we decided that we didn’t have to file a case although some people suggested that we did. It was useless anyway and we didn’t have enough money to do so. Yet, they did — because they did what was not supposed to be done, and sometimes money can buy justice.

I just hope that no matter what my family and I do to make a living, we do it the good way. Because, in my religion, making a living is part of religious service. And, we will have to be responsible for everything we do in this life.

BTW, things are getting better between my family and those relatives. ‘Coz, my parents always teach us how to forgive and forget — although I’m still at the stage where I can only try to do both. They’re even listed as my contacts at my FB account.

Forgive and forget. I think I’ll post something about both one day.

[Picture by Iraine]