And so, here we are at the end of yet another Ramadhan.
Jujur, di mana orang2 lain sepertinya bahagia dan gugum gumbira sepanjang Ramadhan lah, dapet berkah ini itu lah, gue ngga merasa kaya gitu sama sekali. How do I feel now? Tired. Worn out. Absolutely drained.
However, in the spirit of trying to be less of a negative person (ha.), I can sort of see that throughout this whole month I’ve been taught the biggest lessons. Leaving details aside (because I do not wish to turn this post into an ugly sobbing woe-is-me blog post), let’s put it at that. I have been put through some major crash courses this whole month.
Lessons in patience. Lessons in coping. Lessons in creativity. Lessons in perseverance. Lessons in grace under pressure. Even lessons in letting go.
Let’s just say, what other people are getting through joyous moments, I am learning it the hard way. And now, I can only hope all this is God’s way of preparing me of something big. Hopefully, in a good sense at that.
Good things come to those who hustle. And so if God wants me to step harder on the pedals, so be it.