PREFERENCES
A young girl, she had so many things to say to the world, but fear was all she had. So she tore a piece of paper from her mother’s secret diary that she found years ago, and she wrote down her words:
My Preferences
1. I prefer to be called sweet than sexy;
2. I prefer to be called smart than hot;
3. I prefer to sit in a library and read books that people say are boring than to be in the club, partying;
4. I prefer to be in the club-partying, than to sit with a bunch of beautiful, educated and well behaved women who gather only to brag about their diamonds and to talk about other people’s defect or unfortunate event;
5. I don’t like being lonely but I’d like to be left alone;
6. I prefer to have the world laughing at me than to not doing what is it I believe in only because I am scared of the world’s laughter;
7. I prefer failure in which process I learn lots of good characters than a winning moment in which I become proud;
8. I prefer to forgive myself for every mistakes that I’ve done, than to live with a heart full of hatred towards myself… others may hate me, but I won’t hate me;
9. I prefer to be a bird flying in the free sky, not knowing what is it going to eat tomorrow, than to be a bird who has plenty of delicious food everyday of her life but lives in a golden cage. A free bird experiences life, it sees many things, it is living phenomenally; a bird in the golden cage acts like it is living phenomenally but little did it knows, it has lost its chance to the real freedom, the golden cage had successfully created a fake freedom for the bird;
10. I like number 4 and 13, they awakened me…of the fact that people could sometime be unreasonable and irrational and wrong… I can’t tell are they’re for real or not…so I shall not have faith on them more then I have faith on myself; and since I myself could sometime be unreasonable and irrational and wrong… so I shall not have faith on me more then I have faith in God.
having wrote her thoughts, she smiled… she look up to the sky; her mother once told her: “the good God is up on the sky…when you are sad look up, when you are happy…still look up… when you need someone to talk to…look up… See sweetheart, one day later, like it or not, I will be gone… everybody will be gone one day, that’s certain, but God…He… will be up there…all the time…all the time. You don’t go seek for Him, He is always there…just look up sweetheart, look up.”
She held tight the paper filled with her words, held it high in her hand, aimed it to heaven and prayed in her heart “Dear God, this is my plea, this is what I understand. Heard my prayer, search my heart, let Yours be done, and grant me a heart to bow at Your willing and works of hand, for I see only as far as my eye sight, but You see the beginning from the end…the Alpha and Omega”.
-Written by WH, a woman, phenomenally!-
