Honor & Respect.

It seems every morning it rains. A swish of cold air and wind over and over again. But yeah its nice, there's fresh air. It's so peaceful and relaxing. I just would love to forget how complex is life, for awhile.

It's such a long time too, that I haven't enjoyed a nice cup of cappucinno

I have been leaving my blog for long. Probably because I didn't know what to think of. But talking to your friends sometimes rings the bell inside you. You instantly have "an idea". haha.
By the way, eating ice cream all by yourself, I mean, the whole cup, somehow makes you happy all by yourself. (you still do carry the fact you're alone and happy all by yourself. haha!)

By the way, do you like the music? Too slow? I get that our preferences won't be the same. I love soft rock to pop rock from asia. So the best solution, a music without words. Still, it's made by asians. haha.

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Sometimes when we do things, we do get something like, we are unnoticed. Isn't it, or does it not happen to you at any time? The fact you always wanted to do your best, you constantly pushed yourself to the limits, believing into countless of hopes and placing a smile in every single thing you did.

What does it mean by respect? Do you exactly know it? Even I exactly do not know the real meaning behind it. But it's what everyday we do, has its price. When you write an essay or do your best in a quiz, when you got a good mark on it, there's a price where a teacher would say "great job" or "well done". Or he/she would just write it on your sheet with red ink.
Everything you do, come with a price after all. Bad or good, worst or best, there's a place somewhere in your heart where you said to yourself "I've done my best." "I did all what I could" or simply "it ended".

Though there is a remark where everyone has in their heart, one of the questions that they will ask after "can I do it." It might sound rare, however.

"Will I be respected?" is one of the questions, in the end. Hold on, I'm not saying one should be a sadist; whom enjoys attraction. This is about yourself. Your "price". The "price" you hold is your identity. What you do, comes from yourself. Not someone else.
Let's say, how do you feel when your work is named by other people? The work you produced 100% by yourself, is being exploited from someone else. Your boss, respects the other guy. You don't. That's the price I'm talking about. The satisfaction.

A society without respect or honor does not work. Let's say, a CEO, controlling 1000+ employees. Without these two things, how could he take control and lead? Which means, he must do something. Something that will make him standing out. One out of ten. If that's the case, one in a million, perhaps?

Probably, we dream too high. Searching for an answer, in which the process is, bitter.

Asyraf Amir. 20120604.