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Mess

This noon, when I passed by the masjid monument at Jalan Lingkar an epiphany hit me. The roads were under construction for months now. Yeah, some part still bit rocky but we have no difficulty to ride on it. So far, I'm in awe. My little island is growing up *wiping imaginary tears.

Back to the epiphany. I saw that the road almost finished. But the mess is also everywhere. Yep, I want to tell about the mess. The mess is an evidence that there's something happened. A moving thing. A progress. For better or worse, but nothing stagnant.

If you want to make a new road, built a house, the mess will absolutely there. Before everything finished and will be clean up after that. And taraaaaa! You got a new road. A polished house.

That was it. To get something new, don't be afraid to face some mess. For it will follow a process. You can clean it, but sometimes you don't have enough time. Because compared to exceed the process, it was a small thing. Because it's not a priority. The goal is to finish the building. Along it, you will learn. Yeah, you will make mistakes. Leave a mess. But you will learn.

Before today, I often deny to do many things not because I can't but I'm afraid to make mistake when I do it. I can mention many theories to support my lack of courage. But deep in my heart I knew it. An obsessive compulsive disorder. A mild one maybe.

But no more. I intend to do it better. I want to face my own demon. I can do it insya Allah. Even if I can't, I can always pray. When Allah will give me courage and everything I need. He is The One worth to rely on. The One truly and absolutely worth.

Tomorrow, I will give my CV to Biomedika Hospital. Then start my fruit ice business. The next day, I'll send my article to writing contest. And I will try to do something new everyday, especially those I'm afraid I can't do. Insya Allah.

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