Vilia Ciputra

“What so tempting about a fast pace life is because it is result oriented. To be result oriented means

“How do you find beauty in the world? Or, rather, things that might not be conventionally “beautiful”, but are beautiful just for you. Say, everybody likes flowers. Everybody loves sunsets. How do you find your own vision of beauty?”

“I think,

Everything is a result of what I choose to do or not do. Nothing and no one could make me do things better (or worse), more than what I believe I can do.

If self love is about embracing what I deserve and feeling good about myself, then self respect is about

I was talking to a friend about a book that I currently read and about the childhood trauma part, when that realization came to me;

Something 'bad' that happened, cut us too deep, and left scars within us, is not a trauma. It was just another less favourable events of life.

What then turns it into a traumatic experience was

“The only time you ever need a certainty from other people was when your self-worth at the lowest point. Otherwise, why would you even need a certainty?

Say, when we love someone,

“You are one of the calmest people with a very solitude and stable life that I have ever known in my whole life.

Not to mention the most honest, most considerate, and maybe one with the least foot prints and tiniest living prints in this world that I know (which I think what every human should at least try to be at some point in our lives; to leave less and less foot prints on earth and living prints in life).

I can even safely say that everything about you, is all I could ever wished from someone.

However, should being alone is

Freedom is never cheap, but almost anything in this life that we want (and we could only imagine for now), has a price that we could pay to have it.

And the real question is never “How much?”. Instead, it is almost always; “Am I willing to pay for it?”

There was a time when I wished to be understood and to be accepted the way I was.

Little did I know, I wasn't at peace with myself at that time. I felt lost, depressed, and I haven't understood the grief that I had, yet.

I put myself on their mercy, that I need someone to make me feel at peace with whoever I was and wasn't. That I need to feel belong and complete.

It took few years for me to

A good artwork will not only capture one's soul, but will also reflects her/his values, thoughts, and the way she/he projects oneself and the world. It should enhance the whole existence and experience of the owner at that very moment, so that it could be a memento of the journey till the very end of time.

It's like, when you have a piece of jewelry, and you see it again after few years,

Love, undoubtedly, is one of the easiest feeling to describe or show. It is celebrated anywhere, anyhow, and anyway we could. Everything pink, red, heart will instantly be described as love. Almost similar to happiness that is described oftenly with pop bright and colorful colors.

But, how about the feeling of longingness? Should it has a color, what color would it be? Is it the color of the dark evening, right after the sunset? With the purple and blueish color? Or was it a deeper green than an emerald, but lighter than a moss?