One of Love Letters

#2 lesson : Many times, we failed to notice love until we understand the different ways to show it. 

My childhood memories might be a blur. One thing for certain, those times were filled with abundance of love. A family has been everyone's greatest blessing, at least it is how it should be. If the sun is the center of the universe, then love could be the center of happiness. Fragments of my happiness left within my memory; times when I didn’t need big reasons to simply laugh and smile, how unnecessary fights left as an object to laugh about. I hope my brain could hold those memories until forever. 

Time cannot be stopped, nor brain can always remember all of things, but so often about what we want to forget. Even so, your heart can still remember the past happy feelings. Thus, some choose to capture moments, hanging it around in small frames; to overcome the fear of the inability on holding too many feelings and emotions. Rarely, they just write. 

Life itself consists of how it began and how it will end. Though love cannot easily be ended. My father had lost his mother, but his love for her never ceases. Neither the love from his mother. Love is an interesting being. Not only exist in present, as our soul manage to cherish it, it will stay forever and longer. 

When I was on my elementary school, doing arts is my interest. To prove that is true, you simply just had to look closure and see my last page on notebooks. Drawings. That time, drawing really took my time away regardless of what homework my teacher assigned me to do. Back then, I never notice the true self about appreciation my father had shown me. A messy blue-background-with three sunflowers-drawing still manage to decorate the wall of this house. It is not just about the drawing, but this is about a way my father’s love goes unnoticed by me. He appreciated my drawing, not because it is a beautiful one. Rather than, he is appreciated my effort to finish that drawing. 

"Appreciation is the purest form of love that somehow, we do not notice because we believe it is just about being moral."

In fact, this fragment of my memory gives me other ways to see the face of appreciation. For spreading love, it is to appreciate the love itself. That life and love are not separated if you choose to appreciate more and expect less.