Honesty is very expensive! To be honest in a truth is very costly As you walk according to the counsel of truth You will get insults, hatred People say ‘how arrogant you are, how stupid you are, how you do not know anything.Step aside!’ ‘Do not you be so self-righteous! Do not you be so sanctimonious! Let the lies rule over everything to go smoothly! Who are you to confront?‘
Really my brothers and sisters … Lying is cheap and easy and keeps everything go smooth We are sweet to each other We call each other ‘friends’ But who wants to punish his heart to death?
Is it you or me?
My brothers and sisters…
Honesty for the truth is expensive
But it is the one who gives freedom of life!
Yet from the trouble you brought with you, it had made us find the solution together.
You, noisiness, trouble and solution, we never let go of each other.
It is no use for you to continue to tell everyone a fiery story about the ugliness and bad deeds of someone in order to impress your listeners. Probably it does sound amazing telling those stories. However, one day, neither you shall be infallible of mistakes.
O, my friend, the human being is indeed not perfect at all.
A long time ago I knew him briefly but not closely. He is a charming, friendly and an easy going person I ever know. I saw him for the first time when he was still a teacher and a learner in that eastern land. He always shares a sweet smile and warm greeting to everyone. That made me thought that he would be a bright future prophet.
After a few years, I met him again briefly. That time, we met in the center of the Rocky city where he was in rush to catch a bus to Dili. Yet he was still able to greet me and tell me about his new life.
‘I am going abroad after this’ he said with a bright smile. He looked so happy.
‘Abroad? To where?’ I asked.
‘USA. I got a scholarship.’ he said proudly.
‘Wow. That’s great maun*. Congratulation!’ I responded to him with amazement and so we shared our farewell.
After several years, I met him again in the road of Palapaço in Dili. This time, he appeared with a new look and charismatic aura. He stopped, looked at me with his big friendly smile and greeted me yet I look at him in wandering, trying to recognize him.
‘Hey, it’s me. Have you forgotten me?’
After a few minutes, I smiled and looked at him with surprise.
‘Mine, you look great maun. Totally changed. What’s your secret?’ I said.
‘No. No secret at all. I am still the same as before’ he answered with a humble smile.
After a brief Q&As on our latest life updates, we shared our farewell.
Today, I heard again about his journey with disbelief.He is lying in the hospital bed for few months due to kidney failure. He looked so thin and pale yet he still managed to smile while receiving much material and immaterial support from his friends. All of them wish him to recover soon.
From this distance, I continue to wish him a miracle. I hope that, as of the prophet who was swallowed by the whale, he could also receive his miracle after three days of faithful waiting.
Here, I continue to hold on the hope that we could meet again someday, With him smiling genuinely at me and said ‘Hi, it’s me again. I am back.’