Today I had the chance to finish something I was supposed to finish weeks ago. Alhamdulillah for this unwellness Allah casts me. It gives me some moment to rest my mind, my body and soul.
Since last Friday, I fell sick. Caught cold, well-known as “masuk angin” condition in my country. The sickness that usually caused by physical exhaustion and extreme weather. Both were happened to me, indeed. Two days in the row of extra duties at the office, heavy minds, plus extreme changes in our weather: sharp heat and heavy rains keep switching in turn by mere hours. And I kept travelled back home late night with taxi-motorcycle, since the car broke down a lot. And guess that my stamina was pretty low nowadays, so… voila! I was forced to rest on weekend. I even had to cancel my promise to attend the wedding of Pak Kusnan’s daughter with the whole office-mates. 😦
Anyways, there’s always a silver-lining beneath every dark clouds. So, in my resting time, I read the book Isky suggested me: Le Petite Prince. Or, “The Little Prince“. A book wrote by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
It’s Isky’s favorite book. He read it since a kid. He keeps reading it, annually, both in English version and Russian version.
Reading it, troubled me at first, since I bought the English version eBook (because I couldn’t find the bahasa Indonesia translation). So I had to read it slowly and carefully, because it’s Isky’s favorite, so it must be very special.
And yes, it IS special. Like Isky himself.
It’s a sad, sad book. But I can’t find myself dislike it, at all. Although normally, I don’t like sad stories–they’re too depressing. No, the story is not a kind of dark-sad stories whatsoever. In contrary, the story is very deep. Philosophically. And it reminds me how I used to love philosophy. But the more I grow, the more the years passed me by–complete with its mountains of problems mostly unsolved–slowly buried my fond of such stories.
As The Little Prince said: grown-ups are odd, and altogether extraordinary. And like the thundery trains, grown-ups don’t know what they’re looking for or why are they always in rush. Only children knows what they’re looking for.
At this point, I envy children, and yet grateful that I was a child once, although it was not quite the most wonderful childhood any girl ever had. I grew too fast. I had to, regarding to the divorce of my parents and the fued between two families. But, Alhamdulillah, it all passed and peace has returned to my family although it takes years to consume and, alas, I was born as first-child–meaning that I experienced its hell a little longer than my other siblings.
Oh, enough about me. Let’s get back to this book Isky loves.
The book, in my opinion, revealed all the ridiculous things adults do. They–the grown-ups–are way too serious and must find only reasonable answer rather than being simply receptive like kids do. And when the grown-ups didn’t find any logical reason in particular situation, they’ll just abandon it. This, is like a slap on the face. How can we, the grown-ups, claimed to be “the adults” while all we are doing is becoming ignorant and unwise as the years pass by. And what we, grown-ups, lack in doing is to listen with the heart.
I love the quotes the fox says in the book:
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
I think, this quote is the whole idea of the story. It relates to the prince, his rose, his journey and everything he found in-between.
And my favorite character here is the fox and the rose. They kinda remind me of myself. The rose is my selfish side and the fox is my wise (and sad) side.
I wish I could tell Isky that I love this book. I can’t. He closes the door for me. Again. For good this time, I think. I made it worse for both of us, even though it was started from another misunderstanding. Before I “curhat” further, I shall stop here.
And as the tamed rose-fox of his, I shall weep a little when he left.
One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed…
Anyways, I gave the book 4.5 out of 5 stars. Worthy a reading.