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Can we really change the world? I believe we can.

A lot of people think of changing the world by doing great things in great capacity for the greatest impact with the shortest time possible. Well, it doesn’t have to be that way. Changing the world can easily be changing your OWN world, your own self, your own life, your own community. Start there. That’s what I learn from the Sacred Bridge Foundation, Maros Foundation, Rossi Music and Rhythm Salad from Listen to The World Series.

Define what kind of change you want to see. Define which world you want to focus on. That’s it. For now.

You say, “I want world peace.” My question is, “Are you in peace?”
You say, “I want world full of joy and happiness.” Well, are you full of joy and happiness?
You say, “I wish there are more intelligent and honest people in the government.” Hmm, can you honestly say that you are intelligent and honest? If you are, why aren’t you in it?
You say, “There are a lot of stupid people in this world.” Well, if you can say someone else is stupid, what does that say about you? What’s so ‘intelligent’ about putting other people down?
You say, “I hate ***** for stealing our culture!” Doesn’t that just make you a hater and not a lover? Plus, if we truly embrace the values and essence of the culture, can anyone really steal it from us?

Maybe this is what they mean by common sense. We don’t use it enough. I am still learning myself.

Saw this signs today:

Context! Context! Context!

Use cultural currencies for equality and understanding.

Intellectuality = Conscience + Common Sense + Horizon

My question is:
How does one learn/practice
Conscience, Common Sense + Horizon?
How?

Sometimes we take things for granted.
Hey, I take things for granted,
like having such beautiful, brilliant, bold grandmother AND mother combo.

As we celebrate mother’s day in Indonesia, mom and I had one of our 4 hour lunch over shabu-shabu (our favorites). We talked about passion, life, opportunities… not relationships though :p; mostly me asking millions of questions about her thoughts and experiences. Looking down from the 28th floor overlooking Jakarta’s traffic, I cannot help but be extremely thankful to be a part of such an amazing family of women.

My grandmother.
A trooper indeed. She raised her 5 children by herself, while grand pa was in the political prison. She had to commute everyday from Jakarta-Bogor-Jakarta, until she was promoted to a job in Jakarta. She was the lady who went EVERY WEEK for years so that she can get the license to buy a house in Jakarta. She is a lady who is in her age of 84 still goes to work EVERY DAY! She never forgets my birthday, or anyone’s birthday for that matter.

My mom.
A warrior. Went to school for medicine, ended up as a secretary. Then detailer. Then marketer. Then banker. Was the #1 Banker for Credit Card in Indonesia. A leader, a business woman, inspirators for many. Fought cancer, survived cancer. Still jumping around like crazy in class even though she is a grand-mother.

How am I supposed to fill up the shoes of these amazing ladies? Lemme find a way, to create my own pair of shoes

46 days since I quit my job.
I cannot feel anymore thankful.
I had a very yummy day today.
Yoga. Chai. New Friends. New Opportunities.
Alone Time. Dinner with Dad. Chocolate Cake. A Glass of Wine.

Best lesson of the day is:
“You will experience one of those days,
when you realize how amazing and beautiful you are,
through the eyes of another human being.“

Then, you realize, you’re not doing so bad at all.

And oh. Happy Birthday Dad.
You know how much I love you.

I don’t believe in coincidence. Yet, it was such a series of fortunate events to be able to meet the two people I find amazing, such as Alexander Sriewijono and ReneCC. Best yet, I didn’t even have to try anything. Life brought THEM to ME

You can call it luck, you can call it coincidence, or even life’s little miracles, or what I like to call “cosmic synchronicity.” I experience them quite often, if I am keeping count. Getting my meals paid by a complete stranger. Going through Jakarta’s rush hour yet keeping punctuality. Getting the best parking spots. People offering help. I really do have to count my blessings.

How do we attract this “luck”? How do we become lucky? Gosh, I wish I can tell you exactly how. Part of it is (i) a feeling of positive high, another is (ii) unquestionable optimism, the rest is probably (iii) indifference and (iv) keep moving. Or in another word, being a five-year-old with unbeatable assurance and courage. And when I tap into that five-year-old-girl inside me, magical things start to happen. Lemme tell you though, it takes practice! I’ve been practicing this for the past couple of years.

I am the happiest jobless person on earth. I was like running around going, “I’m freeeeeee……” though I don’t have massive savings or steady income. But I know this is time for adventure for me. I have no idea what I am going to do exactly, but I am so sure (without a hint of doubt) that I am going to attract some great opportunities. I was THAT sure! At the same time, I am not worried when some opportunities fail. I just move on to the next one. I keep myself busy reading, writing, planning, meeting new people, helping friends doing their thing. I don’t think too much of what’s going to happen.

What if I fail? Well, what if I succeed? Heck, I am here to create my own luck. To align the stars with my energy. To draw the universe closer with my heart.

Pay attention: the luckiest people in the world are the happiest people with no worries. Learn to not pay too much attention to worry and fear. Learn to enjoy life more. To play. To flow with the go. Be lucky. It’s a fun game to play