Good morning everyone,
My Blogging experience has been a wonderful one.
What makes it even more wonderful and surprising at the same time is the fact that quite a lot of my post were Tweeted.
My recent posts such as “A Quote from Pramoedya Ananta Toer” and “Pantun: Your Heart is My Favorite Playground” were Tweeted twice; whereas other posts including “Life is Like a Book”, “Get Drunk Near the Sun”, “You Said These Are True”, “Life and Its Legs”, “A Great Mental Freedom” , “Seven Advices by Jalaluddin Rumi”, “Dance, dance Under the Rain” , “Whirling Towards the Divinity”, “Chinese Bamboo and Paulo Coelho” were all Tweeted once. I’m not even sure whether these posts are Tweet-able, but I am definitely roiling in excitement when I find a post of mine is Tweeted. You could imagine how my feeling is like when there are actually more than one post Tweeted.
Because I don’t have a Twitter at the moment, you know for certain I didn’t Tweet them myself. Someone else did.
Yet up to now the mystery of who the Tweeter is remains unresolved. I don’t know who’s been doing this for me. Whether they’re someone I know or someone in the far distance that I have no faintest idea of, it remains elusive to me. Whether they’re the same person or several different people, it’s still unclear. A “he” or a “she”? Don’t ask me.
Despite not knowing the Tweeter, I am happy. And happiness is more important than anything in the world. I find the fact that someone (or maybe some people) cares enough to Tweet my posts is nothing but encouraging. I feel enormously blessed. I feel extremely loved. I truly do.
That is love. Yes it is. Love is when you do something without being asked. Love is when it comes from your heart, not out of force or deceptive enchantment. Love is when you do something with no hope of expecting something in return. It’s simple, because not every good deed deserves one in return.
I name my Tweeter “A Beautiful Stranger”. I hope he/she doesn’t mind. I am sure that my “Beautiful Stranger” has got enormous love to continuously do this for me. He/she must have got a beautiful soul.
So, my Beautiful Stranger(s), whoever you are, I’d like to thank you from the deepest of my heart. And when we meet, whenever that is, I’d like to cook you this:
Indonesian Nasi Goreng
Please accept it as a token of remembrance for the beautiful gesture you have made.