The lake life. Have fun, read on, relax. It’s an expressive feature, an earth’s eye: looking into which the beholder measure the depth of his own nature. And if you can be like the lake, have a heart like the lake. Calm, still surface and the great part, have a heart with depths of kindness. Still in my social service program in Kintamani, Bangli Region. Got spare time to visit the lake nearby.
I bought a book before I went to Kintamani, When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi. A story about being a doctor and both patient from a neurosurgeon resident who died from lung cancer. At first I thought this book will elucidate more about doctor and patient relationship, about the difference of facing mortality from doctor and patient (which the writer became both of them), yet this book is more about poetry of life and death, a searching for a meaning of life, a beautiful one. It’s deeply moving, poignant and life-affirming, and sometimes I felt tears are forming in my eyes. It’s a good book to read.
, by Diaswari Predani