Have you ever stared beyond a window, wondering things happened outside? Sitting and being relax underneath your warmy wool is always plenty pleasure of comfortness, but does your soul emerge the same?
I feel bothered with two words of comfort zone. Nobody deserves and wants to be uncomfort. Cozyness is in time when eyelids are still capable to blink and smiling when you’re in a doubt, simpler. God took our beloved things in life, but bravery grows in vein, so we still have a chance, being grateful is always a convenience.
In a middle of Central Java, 2011.