Bakso I have to admit that my love for cooking is growing. It's growing and I can't believe it myself. This feeling has been like this since probably two years ago. Before, cooking felt like a hard work that I had to fulfill. It still is, but the difference is I enjoy it now. So it does not feel like I am forcing myself. Back then whenever I cooked, it's either wrong recipe or incorrect measurement. It never tasted right. So I gave up cooking just because I never found the right one. And then I started to feel that I wanna eat better. I don't want to just eat whatever, I want to know what goes into my body. If I prepare it myself, then I know it's good one. I don't eat too much sugar, sometimes it is hard to buy one thing outside and has a lot of sugar in it. So cooking it myself will allow me to control the amount of sugar. So I found recipes and I tried to make them. As to my surprise, they taste right! Exactly how they should have tasted. That made me happy
In this extraordinary life, I would be a teacher still.
Helping people to understand even some little things to make them feel worthy and understand themselves better. It seems that teaching has become a calling for me. Not about teaching such specific subject like mathematics or so, but more like... I like to give new perspectives for people, and having them saying "Oh.... I see..." is satisfying for me. Of course, by teaching I can learn so many new perspectives from different people too. It's like the more I teach the more I learn, and that is so true.
Maybe more like a guide. I like giving guidance to people who needs it. No, I don't like giving unsolicited guiding. I like to guide people who wants to be guided.
I'd teach them how to love, love themselves first. Yea sure when we are talking about things, they would say "do useful things like engineering, plumbing, this and that" but they tend to forget that we need some balance in life. Not saying that this one is much more important, but having technical and soft things you can't see is not bad.
I've read somewhere that I am obsessed with love. Now that I think about it, maybe that's true. Something like compassion is fulfilling my soul. I learned about compassion from many people in my life, I see it as a compass for life. And if your love and compassion fuelling your soul, I am sure the world will be in a better place.
People will think about saving each other, people will love each other and with love you won't do any unnecessary harm especially toward earth.
Look at people around you, society around you, earth that you are living on, which one you see more? The love and growth or the hate and destructive pattern?
There's a dialog I love in my fav movie, Interstellar, said by Dr.Brand;
"Love isn't something we invented. It is observable powerful, maybe it means something more. Something we can't yet understand. Maybe it's some evidence, some artifact of a higher dimension that we can't consciously perceive. I am drawn across the universe to someone I haven't seen in a decade who I know is probably dead. Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space. Maybe we should trust that even if we cant understand it yet."
So if money was not the problem, what would you do in life?
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