He believed in God
He believed that everything happens for God's will. He believes that every being had a place to return to; a home. He believes that life has a small period of time so that every presence will learn to appreciate precious creations to be happy, to survive. He believed that everyone has the right to experience bliss, even short-lived.
He believed in God, but never his own
He never believed that he should receive such luxury in his life instead should be reserved to someone else. He'll gladly suffer for the happiness of others, he doesn't mind, one must take the sacrifice for all
Teachers perceive him as a quiet student; he perceived it as to avoid disturbance
Classmates defined him as cold and distant; he defines such as to give space for their gaiety moments
Neighbors take a pity on him; he takes it as a form of concern
Relatives conclude him as naive; he conclude himself unbiased
He's the type of person that cherishes a gift in order to give it for those in need
The type to listen to others, especially God, instead of his own thoughts
The type to maintain the school's garden so someone will have a place of comfort, space to escape from, a spot to take a breather
The type to leave the classroom last with the intention of checking any left behind items as to deliver it to the teachers in order to be retrieved next day
The type to avoid having crushed due to the idea of being selfish to keep one's time be focus of him and their bond
The type to sit at the farthest corner of any public site, such as library or cafeteria, as a means to enjoy the ambiance of chattering in order to replace the radio silence inside his home
It doesn't bother him, not at all. He's at peace and he's satisfied. No amount of lottery win will measure the value of the warm heat of dawn to the cold air of night. All of it are beautifully born to be admired.
These are dedicated to everybody, as it should be.
He has accepted his fate of continuing on this journey and live as a passerby who fonds on little things God has given in this miserable planet, and it's enough.
He's at ease when he's surrounded by the soft chatter of his classmates as he settles on his seat. His eyes fond over the scenery beyond the windows; trees, plants, green fields, various students entering the gate, the far view of the city...
The wooden table he's currently resting arms on, the welcome embrace of fresh air...
The quiet flow of his faith and life...
No one can change that.
Or so he thought,
"𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜"
