How Do We Get Inspired

 “..i want to be like you.” She said.

It was a windy afternoon, when we had our quality time at the terrace of our little house. I was busy chewing the fried bananas that she barely made for us, at that time. I smiled actually. Maybe that was only a hypotetical statement that a-10-years-old-girl could say. But I could feel the whole universe embrace me without using any arms. An invisible kind of embrace, maybe. Yeah you know that kind of feeling, though.

We both look so much alike. I don’t know, but I could see it way clearly. The existence of these ten-years-old girl with the personality that blooms within herself—I always feel like she’s gonna be like myself, someday.

Everytime I just got home, she would ask where have I been. Everytime I’m about to go, she asks me where would I go, either. I remember that night, when she asked me where have I been last night. I honestly answer that I’ve been to the wedding party of one of my friends’s brother. I mentioned my friend’s name too. I know she already knows all my friends’s name. The ones that actually never seen her yet. But she remembers each one pretty well. It doesn’t surprise me, until she mentioned my friend’s old nickname, correctly.

Cindy ‘Cleo’, toh?

I stood up there like, “wow, how do you remember?”

I know she has checked all the photos in my phone. But the photo of ‘Cindy Cleo’ is an old one that I never thought would cross her mind.

And then, I felt like I’m seeing a sign coming my way. She remembers things just as well as I do.

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She also reminds me of my childhood. I used to be a kid with plenty of ambition that I always tried to keep up. That’s one of the things we have in common. Eventhough the ambition I used to work on never really get done. But still, there was an undefineable kind of pleasure to get to try something that we’d like to try—and as we grow up the memory of those childhood still always remain.

My old sister used to collect comics when she was in junior high school while I was still in elementary school. I like to read serial cantik comics at that time. The only title that I remember is ‘delicious’. As a little girl who get amazed with everything new, I was trying to draw comics on my own. As well as when I read teenlit novel, I was also trying to make a novel script. Sounds like I always want to try everything. That’s what I am.

I'm so much happy to see the picture above. That's the artworks made by me, and the picture below the first sketches is the ones which are made by my little sister.

She wants me to teach her a lot of things that I knew—probably by years from now on. Everytime I look at her, there’s something that drives my mind back to the past years when I was still a little kid. She draws. She writes. She even cooks ( when she knows she isn't that tall to reach the glass on the shelf). She might as well would able to play guitar (that’s one of the thing I’d like to teach her some times later)

As the time goes by, I realize that what I did in my childhood has given a big impact on myself right now. It’s always a good feeling knowing that you inspire people. As well as when we’re being inspired. People always inspire me (in a good way). And that’s what keeps me motivated.

We all have that 'role model', do we? The one we learn almost anything from. But I think we could always learn anything from anyone, out of the fact that role model is a person whom we admire. There always comes dissapointment whenever our role model do something which diverge from our expectations. Don't get depressed by that case. There the thing is, there the lesson we got to take; imitate the good things and get rid of the bad ones. Always.