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All my life, I've been traveled. Wandered around from town to town. Born in one town, grow up in another. And every time I get sick of the people, I always had a chance to move out to a place where none knows me, and start over. 

That's.. until I am twenty, and start living my life. 

***

We all knew that life is a journey. A long road one must face without knowing where are they heading to. Some may lucky enough to find direction, right after they were born. And some still struggling to find who they are, in their fifties. 

A group of people are passing my way, that afternoon. In a train station, where people are rushing, either going home or leaving home. They have their life, and train station is only one intersection where they meet each other, even really noticing each other. 

On.. and on. That's how life works. We met people, and they leave their marks. Some a paragraph, and some leave a chapter. One of them could might be a title, but that didn't happen to anyone. As I said., if he or she is lucky enough. 

These marks they leave.., is a scattered puzzle before it becomes a book. A whole complete story on why is everything make sense. Truth is, everything we met, everything we face, had lead us to one direction. To what is already written from above. The universe is preparing you, me, us, to what we asked for, or waiting for us to align our wish with our fate. It's just a matter of time, if one is not too busy swimming against the stream.

***

On the road where everyone is heading to their own direction, there's this woman. She's waiting for her destiny to arrived. She has been waiting for days, weeks, months, and years. She believes in destiny. And I respect her for her faith. 

But on the road where everyone is busy,. I ask you to stop waiting, and start living. Even a woman need a life before marriage. One day that she's been desperately waiting since her childhood. A life we would never forget. A life that transforms a princess into The Queen. You know what a queen is, right. And she is not waiting on the side road. 

She lives, she make friends, she make enemies. People proud to her, worship her, envy her. The higher you climb, the stronger the wind, old woman once said. But not a single word could knock her down. 

Real woman fights. On the road full of men, real women drive their own vehicles. Heading to where their carriage wait for them. To the palace where they become The Servant by heart. 

They know what they want, even if it's tough figuring out. Real women, do not whin over a confusing day. 

***

You know, you can be that woman. You can be that Queen, even if you're not a Cinderella. A Queen by heart, is a woman who wears confident and happiness daily, no matter how sad she is, or how full her head is. 

You can be that woman, and you can start now. 

Bogor, 6 Maret 2018

(After a tough week, and a full month of living in a house and not a single day leave the town. I am so excited and happy to be able to enjoy life in town without having to worry about catching early flight, random people to talk to, or marathon islands to visit. I almost forget what it feels like to have a routine schedule to put the thrash outside the house. This is simply amazing. To be able to enjoy life, I never had in two years). 

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