Once upon a memory, (I read that opening lines somewhere, so it’s not original from me) I was enrolled in a Private Piano Course by my mother, I was probably eight or ten years old at that time, reluctantly following the course, oblivious to the fact that for a kid like me ( I was growing up in a very small kampong in the east end of sumatra Island), it’s a privilege to follow a form of art class.

In my mature days, I realize that as a kid, I had had so many privileges ( not Paris-hilton-kind of privilege, but a middle class privilege- ish kind; the fact that I am an only child surely contribute to those “easy life”. I am able to spend time reading, my mom provided the books, I can spend time listening to music I love, my biggest problem at that time probably the math class 😅😅.

I’m sure my upbringing shapes me into the person I am today, and I believe that it also happens to others. Perhaps the person who in my opinion has incurable bitterness or that person who always has the need to put people down, always ask for attention, always seek benefits upon everything and projects hatred and anger toward every molecule in their daily life, maybe… Just maybe… They are actually having a very difficult upbringing. Their hard shell is actually their way to protect their shattered heart.

I am a strong believer that we are exactly where we are supposed to be,


Karin Sabrina