The Imperfect Life
I was chatting with a friend a few days ago when she began to tell me that her husband is a quite man. I started to tell her about my husband as well.
"I talk more often with my sons than to my husband," I said.
Then she said, "Well, that's life. Real marriage is not like the one on TV series nor novel."
I couldn't agree more.
Throw back to some years ago. One day I was told a beautiful story about how life is shown to us in different ways. In that story, the hero is a man who ran in the rain, got wet just to buy a snack for his wife. He seemed in a hurry he didn't even bring his rain coat. The heavy rain difficults his steps.
He ran in the rain to reach to a small snack stall. He bought something and then ran again in the rain. People who might had seen him might saw in in pity. They might think how unlucky that man being caught in the rain.
But, the man was smiling happily. He, in fact, was buying his wife some snacks she liked so much. She was pregnant and wanted something special that evening.
The next scene is the man got home and being greeted warmly by his wife. There was happiness in their eyes. There was love in that home.
There is no perfect life. Perfection is only exist when we see it as a perfection. Just like that man who felt the real perfect love was when he could prooved it to his wife by running in the rain. For other people? He was just a pity man.
So, here I am thinking about my life. It's only me myself who can change the way I see life. Imperfect life? Yes, if I think it that way. Perfect life? Yes, if I set my point of view that way about my life.
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There's a proverb in Indonesian that says, "rumput tetangga terlihat lebih hijau dibandingkan rumput sendiri" or "the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence".
Javanese say, "(sa)wang sinawang" to express the proverb deeper. People usually able to see other's happiness and feel envy about it easily but forget the struggle or the pain he/she has got before happiness arrived.
Ah, that's so human. That's life. Don't you ever be fooled by its appearance.
I remember one verse in The Holy Quran, surah Al-Kahfi (chapter 18) verse 46:
"Wealth and children are [but] adornment of the worldly life. But the enduring good deeds are better to your Lord for reward and better for [one's] hope."
That verse describes that wordly life is just a mere life. What's better than that are good deeds and reward from Allah.
So, imperfect life? I think it depends on how we see it.