Moments
“Life is a series of moments. The quality of attention and action that we bring to each moment determines the quality of our lives.” — Dan Millman
Yup.. life’s a series of moments. Our lives are made up of a thousand of them. It’s like braiding time into bonds that explain each other, like knitting spontaneous change and opportunity. We’ll make a pretty macrame or ruffled crochet, that depends on every step we take. We won’t be able to choose what kind of yarn we get, or how it’s the needle we hold. But we can determine what we will make from what we have right now. With determination and a little luck, we’ll make something pretty in the end.
There is a series of moments that I want to always remember. That when back in time, where I first wore a Kuarsa jacket, right when I was holding the duties and responsibilities as a Sriwijaya Geological Engineering Student Association administrator in charge. At first, I found it quite difficult to manage. Small messes often occur…
After a while, until I finish my tenure, the old series of moments awoke the basic understanding in my mind which so far has often been overlooked. However, at that time we are all mindful of the difficulties of confirming the basic aspect because we’re too focused on achieving work targets. I became increasingly aware that the duties and responsibilities I think I should do first are not only to run my work program as best as possible. But what we should be done first is to have properties that reflect the Kuarsa jacket itself.
I believe, that the main basis is the most important. To instill the belief to be resistant after the problems and difficulties we have, to be critical, also to be the solution and give the best results for the association, for our family, for the world. And last, to instill the belief that our association is not just a bunch of members of geology students but we are all friends, we are family.
The moments that I got at a series of times while I was on campus, met many people, people who give lessons in their own way, were precious moments for me and I’m grateful.
This article is to commemorate BSRG’s anniversary, and for our brother, Nanda, may you rest in peace.
