Tragedy

At a glance, i won't seem like one with a remorseful empathy toward other's misfortune nor one with grudging envy toward other's lucky charms. That's merely because i considered myself a firm believer that everything that had happened in our life was already written (well if not all of them, a considerable portion of life, then), all of our tragedies and misfortunes, all of our luck (as i believed that no such thing as luck is actually exist) and fortunes, were already plotted. That been said, i've had also believed that some of the money i had made belongs to one of those 'unluckies'.

However, a recent fire in Bandung, West Java earlier today made me ache. At least ninety kiosk had burned. No life lost though, fortunately. But unfortunately, a considerable amount of books were burned. With estimated loss around 8 billion rupiahs, it saddens me to know all those books gone black, charred and turned to ash. And those books aren't mine. I can't start to imagine what would i feel if those books that had burned were mine. I would probably break down and went to the Cuckoo's Nest.