I’m not suppose to be sad. I’m suppose to be happy to see you growing fantastically, far beyond my imagination to get your self-actualization. Perhaps you’re kind of person that Nitzche and other philosopers defined as a superman, the person who can make herself grow optimally. You’re the person who can actualize what Descartes said as Cogito Ergo Sum (I think, that’s why I’m exist). But I keep feeling lost deep in my heart. You know, I always spare a space in my heart and my life for your existence.

I remember Khahlil Gibran. He said that parents cannot direct the bow and arrow for his child, parents can only pull the string of the bow. The direction is the child’s own destination.
Even though I’m not your parent and I think I’m not pull the string optimally but thanks God I was given the opportunity to give something in your life. Thanks God I was given the opportunity to teach you even for a while.

I’m a bit sad because I cannot talk to you for the last time. Every teacher seems want to talk to you and what can I do except share your time to them. I remember when we talked freely at the school hall last year. I enjoyed that time. And you know, I’m willing to go back to that time and experience it over and over.

Time has passed and you’re on your way to your destination. Use your time wisely. Don’t let the world swallow you. Give your track, deep track on the noisy world. Let the whole thing flow and be your self… I will always support you from the distance and I will always expect the news from you.