Pieces Of People

I take a little bit of everything from everyone.

People’s personality, people’s perception, people’s beliefs, everything.

I resemble people.

I am pieces of others.

I pick up good things from people and see if it fits me.

If it does, I apply it to my daily life.

And if it doesn’t, I learn to not be it.

My personality are bits of yours, too, you know.

Even though my genes are still my parent’s, but 30% of me are of made up of my community.

I’ll tell you a few things I pick up from the closest people in my surrounding.

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First of all, the earliest things I learn from someone else is how to be more generous. I saw her continuously do it – even though sometimes she struggles as well – and she do it as if she have never had any problem with being generous. I tried to replicate her generousness but am currently still struggling with it. Can you guess who the person is? If you say she was my first best friend ever, you’re right. I’ve seen her do it dozen times from junior high.

The second lesson I have to learn was actually to work on something faithfully with such care and dedication. I cannot say I started late because writing has been a daily habit, but faithfully posting in the past year was so much  because of my other best friend. ‘My other best friend’ is byfar the loyal-est (if it is even a word) reader of my blog. The first and the most loyal, actually. Even though I didn’t struggle as much as I was early on when I first started posting things, she is still an important cornerstone of my writings because if it wasn’t for her constant expectation towards reading my blog weekly, I wouldn’t be posting so often.

Thirdly, I learned that there will be a friend – one out of the million people whose path crosses yours – that is literally going to be your “other half”. It is a grace to have people like them for not everyone gets the chance to have this kind of friend. It’s like saying that this person is your significant other but she is the same gender as you; like having the same brain but dwelling in different bodies. This friend of mine is the person who can balance me like no others – the best friend I grew very fond of eversince we were in freshman. We have the same expectations towards deadlines, division of tasks, alignment with God and still so much of other things. Sadly, she couldn’t continue pairing me during the senior year because of one thing and another. But I still cherish whatever we have today and what we had a year ago. I still halfly wish that she is here right now.

I also pick up the lesson that even though I still half-hated guys who talk too much, this guy taught me that if you can balance your words with your mature actions, people won’t fuss around with it so much. I learned that the words you live have to reflect your true actions – not just words carried away by the wind.

We are pieces of the people we’ve met in our life.

The story of friendship in which some ends delightfully and some others all the way round.

I am pieces of people I once knew, who I still know today, and those I will encounter in the future.

I can’t say anything is mine except of the fact that I enjoyed writing better than anyone else other than that I am also so much attracted to people’s stories.

And if this pieces of me can be used to be a piece of you, I’d be delighted to share with someone.

We, we are all pieces of people. –red