When the positive attitude comes and greets me, I think I suddenly become the brightest person in the world, I have a sweet smile on my face, I greets everyone that I meet cheerfully, even to those a*s*ol*s who threw their cigarette’s ash and their food plastics wrap on my work’s desk yesterday, I wouldn’t mind every harsh joke that been thrown at me, I talk softly to my work partner who often hides any work related conversation with our boss from me until the main meeting comes and then makes me look like a moron who doesn’t even care about my responsibility, then I forgive him at the moment, I forget (awhile) about my co-worker who captured my picture dressing in the way he thought didn’t look good on me stealthily and then shared to her girlfriend who doesn’t like me because she always critics my each move (her girlfriend who doesn’t realize that the person who becomes her partner for gossiping, told me EVERYTHING because she used to be one of my lunch mate before I knew this girl always talks bad behind someone else’s back while becoming an angel with a wide smile in front of your face), I also laugh along my co-workers while they are calling me skunk (they are openly said that that name suits me the most because that what they feel about me; I’m sorry to make you all hate and avoid me when I don’t even know what I did wrong, but if the reason is you guys hate and avoid fat and ‘ugly’ girl but still have so much confidence on herself like what I’ve heard all this long, stay still in your opinion about me for I don’t fit those kind of people). Besides all of those, the important thing is in this state, I think everything is beautiful or has its own beauty; the sky is everyday miracle, the cloudy horizon is beautiful, the standing dry tree is a strong beauty, the caged bird is beautiful, the grass means fertility, and every little wild flower is an unaccepted and unseen beauty.
So, what’s this about unaccepted and unseen beauty? And little? Most of the little wild flower is called weed because it grows beyond human control, grows unexpectedly on roadsides, on our back yard, on our front lawn, on my daddy’s garden, and abundantly on barren ground. It grows wherever it wants to, it never asks our permission, and most of the time we want to get rid it off. It was unseen because we need to take much closer step to see the beauty it has, observe it, and then acknowledge that every flower has its own beauty.
Yes, I know why those are called weed instead of flower, but it doesn’t mean it always stays as weed, it just not the place where it could get the best of it or maybe it already grows on a proper place but the herbivore (which always makes the best of the ‘weeds’) apparently doesn’t show up, and not because we can’t see its beauty directly from afar, it always stays ugly. No it’s not like that. It’s not like that, at least on this scattered mind of mine.
Self note: To my colleagues, I take that ‘skunk’ as a compliment, actually it has a beautiful fur, the only problem is its smell spray which comes out when it is offended, it is used as a self-defend from any harm, actually people is getting the least rabies from skunk, the other species make the most of rabies to human. At least it doesn’t wound people intentionally.