What A Vitality

What A Vitality

There was a little happy tree almost cut down. How laughable, ridicules or better, what a pitiable sight. What had it not “bled”, endured the offense, indignity. But out of what was still left, new branches sprouted and from these, again new branches and it was a fine, happy little tree again.

And there was the fighting cock who was hit in his eye – they had let him fight – and that immense loss of an eye, and all the pain and suffering, he bore without complaint, lament for days with strength and dignity. Is there anything wrong with the fighting nature of cocks and crickets?

And there, she saw the sun. She managed, succeeded to grow up through all the greenery and she flourishes, rejoiced, shines that unwanted “weed”.

And there are the poor, as weed, – not planted in a flower pot, or in a garden – but along the road-, rail-side, along a ditch, in barren environments, ruins, cavities of a wall. Remember, this is Jakarta. They’re very tough, strong as forged by fierce hardships. They certainly are also blessed with the Creator’s kiss.

1977

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