TEXT-TEXT HEARTS

There's a shade slowly on my chest. An emotional as he reflected on how long this blog unfolds in cyberspace. How many people who although not many, come read and give a word or two words in the comments field. Some other statistics that leave visitors read on the chart.
Why do I write? One day I asked myself. This question I am often asked, sometimes he appears in a faint tinge-tinge, but I knew there was something that always come and go. Question.
First, I write because I want to tell. Perhaps the biggest passion in my life is told. For me, to share what I know to others, it was fun. Although strange, the family knows me as a quiet, even how people judge me as a friend of the frugal talk. But some friends who quite often intersect with me knows that I love to annoy them with words.
Later, I understand, not everyone can be in top condition physically and spiritually to listen to us prattle. So then I found that writing has its own preoccupation. We can write what we Think, people may decide to then listen or leave. Simple as that.
But ... the day progressed, I realized one thing. There are re-emerging as an answer is not over, not long ago there was another slowly tugging at my heart. sometimes knock sounded quite loud, sometimes biased and inaudible. Until the time I write this, I finally realized, before I found the answer to that then my heart will be forever restless. I tried out honest truth to yourself, that is more than just sharing a story, I want to be the one to let a little helps.
Never once, I asked a friend. Rhetorical question once I had time. "What is more pathetic, than the 'presence or absence we do not mean anything?".
My friend did not answer at that time. He said nothing. It requires the sayapun no answer from him, or maybe he already knew that my question was purely rhetorical. I do not know.
But that's what. There is a desire in the heart, so that at least in the range of twenty-seven years of my life in this world, there is little benefit to be my torehkan. There is little in order that I could share.
Especially if you remember the journey back. It was no less-less ignorance, or the words of the scholars 'injustice to myself' I do. Sad. Want to do something extraordinary to make it up, but what self-power capability is not adequate.
Then every time I meet good people, the smart people, there is envy that appeared in the liver. There's fiery jealousy. How wide spread the benefits of science and policy people? I am, such as waves banging against the reef. Turbulent, unstable, rupture, effervesce.
I then often, rereading the writings themselves. There are times when I cried reread writings. No, not at all because emotion on apiknya words, I think a lot of mess and must be addressed. Only I often touched my life that way back, there was also a moment-a moment where I was so contemplative, so emotion interpret life, or so close and calm in asking for God. This paper has become a kind of recorder, which corrects itself naive my thinking in the past, and or to remind myself that one time I've ever been at a point that is not as low as now.
I was touched, especially to be honest, every time I read that, I was so embarrassed because writing often comes from large pressures in the mind and forces the hand to quickly write on the keyboard keys. Then after written and pause a moment, I think I do not like what I write. Or maybe hand it has become such a funnel, to pass on the words of conscience, which is recorded by the letters, perhaps reminded of my own.
How careful are often distorted. Maybe once I figured it out this time as well, I then had to write. And this is my full expectation, that these writings into a kind of prayer, which dikala I err in the future, he would straighten it.
I am aware, are so many smart people and knowledgeable in this virtual wilderness, then the people who are willing to taking the time to read this article actually have to say thanks. I hope, if there will be inspired, and benefit from the collection of these words, let him know that these stories depart from the intention to share, so I'm getting the science, there is a correct order, so that the people who were inspired to record reward for sins that have been rusted-rust, so that every time I write with my heart be more cohesive on the good, and be saved from the frenetic world of rising-down hearts of humility.
Ah .... Lord, I seek refuge in you from the heart that is not solemn and prayers are not heard