Today i learn to write my name, again.
Sitting quietly in the classroom,the only noise being the sound of a 2B pencil, like soft muttering from the past, i focus on writing my name.
Each letter on my paper is done with extreme care, cautious, and control.
Just like the first time i have ever hold a pencil, and my teacher tells the class,
"Today i want each of you to write your name."
ABCDEFG HIJKLMNOP
I was a kid.
Everyone learns the same letters, until the day we write our names.
Until this day we realize, that each of us is actually unique.
Yes, i am in university.I went to class as usual today.
When the lecturer say take out the tracing paper, i took it out like usual.
When he said i want you to write your name, i thought it was a usual request.
But it was not.
We write our names everyday, without even realizing how.
Most of our names doesn't mean anything, when u try to find it in the dictionary, you'll see there no such word.It's just a bunch of letter arranged in an order.
And yet, it's very hard for us to think about those bunch of letters in the same way as "just letters" ever again.
So when i immersed in the silent of the classroom today,trying to see the beauty in my name, a thought suddenly light up(like a bulb,perhaps ) and i looked up to see everyone trying to finish their name.
And i was suddenly touched.And i thought, how many times do i get to do this?
Most people get to experience this only once.
When they are kids.
But perhaps i am really lucky.
I get to experience it twice.
A name is the third gift anyone could have, the gift of life being the first, and love being the second.A name is a symbol of a identity.
When i go lost in life, i would think, who am i?
The certain answer to that, is my name.
I am someone with a name.
What's my worth? Why do i even exist?
So that the name would have an owner, the owner would know their worth.
And when some people try to compare the owners of two different names, i would say, I am me and she/he is she/he.Why would we need to compare ourselves?
Naturally i think of my parents. I think of why they name me.
I think of when they call my name.
I think of a relationship, so proud that they must announce it in my name,so that there is evidence that we are connected.
And whatever i do, i remember the honour in my name.
Hey,you are someone special you know,not just so so so or passerby A , B or C. You are recognized and accepted by people and you are truly a unique element in the universe.
I know not many people think the way i do.
Yup, i am special starting from my name, but not only limited to my name.
And you know, characters that have names in a story means they are quite important.You get what i mean?
To tell you the truth, today in class, i was overwhelm with the past and present and future that seems to go through me, my body and soul.
How many chance in my lifetime do i get to sit down and do something like this again?
How many chance in my lifetime do i get to re-identify what i really meant to me?
The word that i wrote in everything i owned, that i couldn't find in the dictionary, that means nothing at all in terms of grammar and linguistic, that meant so much to me now, this word is what i would try to live up to.
I saw kids writing their names.Suddenly they know what to call each other.
Then more than a name came from a name.
Today i did not see people practicing typography. Instead,everyone was trying to build something.Something not seen by physical eyes, but has exist for a very long time.Something that is completely original, something that could never be copied, not even by the greatest power and highest skill.
The answer is you.
Realize that you never have to be the same with anybody else in this world,and also realize that they never have to be the same with you too.
