I believe, we all agree that money are important thing in life. Yet, we also know, deep down, there are certain things more valuable than money. It might be varied. Wheter it is love, friends, honour, etc. For me, knowing you’ve done something, and people remembered.
That’s one reason I chose to be a journalist. Someday, I’ll be gone. Vanished. Not much left from so-called “harry.” Therefore, I want to do something, that will last, long after I’m gone. Writing just seems fits perfectly for that. Beside that, I might be, inspired, or at least influenced peoples. This was my thought 4 years ago. At its remain solid until this very second. To be consistent for 4 years isn’t a short time, for me at least. It’s rough and difficult. And so, I think God give bonus to me.
Remember journalism’s club I found my self teaching? And so here’s one student. Nice, honest and polite. This student happen to love journalism too. It’s a big encouragement you know. After all, whose care with all that boring political stuff? Especially not some junior high school student, right?
This student’s enthusiasm are honest. And surprisingly for a little kid, it’s consistent. And so, one day. When the school requires the student to make a presentation. So do this student. And I’m surprised this student chose to present about journalism. Not just that, this student, the teacher told me, are doing apologia–defending journalism from its bad stigma. Boring, useless etc. And trying to convinced others to join the club.
This student told me later. I can see honesty in the tone and eyes. This student ain’t trying to hypocrite me. And for me,it’s God mercy. Bonus it rough and difficult time. I did something, and people, at least this student, remembered. I don’t get cocky that easily. I might be last only for a moment, months, or years, before this student turns out to say: ok, I’ve got enough of this journalism stuff. It might be for the sake of presentation. It’s easy to present something that you’ve understand, right?
I don’t mind.
At least, I know, do not care how long it will last, there’s a time, a moment, when peoples remembered what I’ve done. And I’m not planning to stop or ended my in near time. It’s not the end, quite contrary, it just a beginning.
I’ll close this little piece of writing. With a quotation this student put in the end of her presentation. Which happens to be my favourite. It’s Pram’s.
“Orang boleh pandai setinggi langit, tapi selama ia tidak menulis, ia akan hilang dalam masyarakat dan dari sejarah. Menulis adalah bekerja untuk keabadian.”
Me, my phone, 10.22 pm
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