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Ambience, Market Cipulir South Jakarta, in the morning.

Essay: Surely it would be a wonderful life.

I sometimes ponder. Seeing the universe in the early morning. The sky was full of stars, quiet without the noise of modern life while at the time he was flying commercial aircraft space. I noticed the flashing lights on the plane that was supposed to be just a wonderful life and love it. Needless to no disappointment or resentment, or terror war. Sometimes I stare at a passing plane. What were the people in the plane, where they will go. Maybe it will lead to a new life on another continent, or perhaps just became a new bride, or have recently had a child after so many years of waiting, or there is mutual love and they go with each other holding hands, beautiful life. Nobody seems difficult. I looked at the planes passing to the limit out on the horizon, from where I was standing, sometimes sitting in a chair, on my home page that is open with no fence.

My mind wanders everywhere, if you see a lonely night sky, just a star, or moon if there was a full moon. Why is nature always gives beauty, sunset in the horizon line towards meeting this afternoon with a time of night, there is the moon and sun above it will sink by time, among the clouds refracted the light, hypnotic violet feeling looking at him, then sighed, beautiful.

But life must go back to reality. Why is there a reality. Because there is the universe. Why does the universe exist. Because there is no life. Why is there life, because there are Traditional Market, Super Mall, Convenience Stores, Super Market, people go to work, why it should work, as should happen buying power and selling power, no adverts, people buy clothes, shoes , underwear, trousers, wedding dress. Schools, universities, technology, automobiles, aircraft, ships, weapons of war. Why there are weapons of war, for the war effort, why should there be a war? I do not have an answer. For indeed, to be honest, life is beautiful.

Jakarta, Indonesia, 2/19/13/my essay / Tasch.