Home is a place for rest

After spending a meaningful and compassionate time in Indonesia, nursing my grandmother, understanding that love cures, but the process is still arduous when we want to claim the peace called health. Well, I came home, feeling like a man, who tasted both salt and suger, in a place where my dearest Ema calls home. Indeed, the truth of life is that a fairy tale life does end, though we can always relive the life of hope and promise, and rekindle the candle of life. My grandmother survived, albeit better with my humble support, and I can feel the soft hope that is true strength in her eyes, that she wants to live on, to witness a lifetime miraculous wish, that my father can eventually have a business that is favourable and good both to family and society. In my heart, I hope she can succeed. At the same time, if my Ema can live two more years, I promise from the bottom of my heart that I can bring home the respectful classification of a first class honours degree to enliven the great love my Ema has for my education and life success. Inspirationally, a tender motherly heart belongs to my Ema, a woman of faith and care.

As I took the flight of Lufthansa from Indonesia to Singapore, I felt the grace that is in my Ema for me. In Singapore, I knew, the value of life in a family, that we must constantly shower love for a flower to blossom even if the soil that we are blessfully provided with, is fertile. I understand my love for Ema have to continue on, like a candlewax, that continues to fuel the holy fire of life. The passion for life, akin to a blessitude of pristine water, is the elixir that support life. The supportive environment, like the water, supports the body, while the holy fire fuels the heart. A gentle heart-felt connection, from me to you, that is the gentlenes and the liveliness of a fire of peace and light that radiates the colour of love. This careful balance of fire with supplementation of water nurtures a rose. I understood my Ema is a liver, and will live well again and again. She is a good person.

Home, Singapore, is a place for friendly citizen to respect each other compassionate for the faith that is in the light. This infirmy of brotherhood will be a torch of hope and passion that extends shelter and support to each other. Thank God for Singapore. When I reached home, I feel the grace of my mother, and the love of the nation for one of its citizen on me, a common grace accorded to a commoner who humbly just wants to live in light. I went home, felt my German Shepherd and the cosy terrace house, and knew this is well enough for me, with comfort and peace.