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Reflected experience

Ada quote bagus dari Sigit, dia bilang gini
"People say that experience is a good teacher, but actually reflected experience is the best teacher"
Maksud gua, kalo pengalaman itu tidak direfleksikan, ia akan berlalu begitu saja ... tidak memberikan pelajaran yang berguna bagi kita.

Temenku yang satu ini emang T O P banget soal refleksi. Baginya, semua kejadian dalam hidup, which is not only coincident, harus direfleksikan, dan dijadikan bekal untuk maju ...

Talking bout experience, pengalaman ku gagal interview actually sangat membekas dan bikin aku takut untuk apply2 lagi, tapi mungkin ini saatnya untuk mencoba sesuatu yang baru. Jadi beberapa hari ini aku sedang mencoba untuk mengumpulkan kekuatan untuk mencoba job hunting lagi ... walaupun cv pun baru sekedar orat oretan ... hehehe ...

Yupe, pengalaman, apalagi yang sangat manis atau yang sangat pahit pasti akan sangat membekas. Kadang2 yang sangat manis itu melenakan, dan yang sangat pahit itu membuat kita terpuruk. It also happened to me. Some bad memories kadang2 membuat aku takut buat mencoba maju, takut hal itu akan kejadian lagi. Till seorang teman berkata begini, "Mita, kadang2 ada hal2 yang kita ingin lupakan, tapi ternyata memang tidak bisa dilupakan". Dan ketika itu terjadi, seperti yang terjadi padaku sekarang, aku mencoba menempatkan unforgettable things tersebut sebagai sepenggal sejarah atau kisah yang pernah terjadi, tapi itu ada di masa yang telah lalu. Yang bisa kulakukan hanyalah menimba pelajaran dari padanya ... bukan terus menengok ke belakang. Salah2 aku masuk ke lobang yang ada di depanku :)

Hehehe ... it feels good for me that finally I can feel this way, and can write this thing on my blog :) ... With God's help, semoga aku bisa merefleksikan semua yang sudah terjadi itu menjadi bekalku untuk maju ke depan ...

Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam - Demi semakin mulianya nama Tuhan ...

Thanks God for making me feeling better right now, semoga semua ini awal yang baik ya ...

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