About my life in the past were arguably not like most people. About memories with friends, with neighbors, with the countryside, with the atmosphere of the village, and with all who had met with me. Many unforgettable memories. This whole story is a memory that could not be repeated.
Everyone will have their individual stories. And each story is different, because the life of the other person. Sometimes heartbreaking, happy and some have made our mind-Remin down when recalling sad memories.
To be sure a person's life, there are two possibilities, happy or miserable, rich or poor, respected, or abused, liked or disliked, and so forth. But you would agree if I mention the life of the people that are traveling towards the estuary, which is death. Speaking of death, my mind seemed unsure. People in my village that I used to know, who often met, even as a child used to play at home has died. Not just one person but two people at once in a single day. I do not want to regret or weep, because for me death is a necessity. I just did not think it turned out not age as long as I predicted.
I live in a small village in west Sumatra.
I likes manythings,,,
Here, I want to share about the story of my life,,,,
About my dreams and my experience,,,
what I am thinking and what I am doing,,
I just want to make somethings that can makes me happy,,,
I likes travelling, cooking and eating,,,
I am also likes to learn about medicinal treatment( therapy ).
Before this I have many patient.
I have traditional medicine basic,,,
They call it cupping technical,,,
And I know a little bit about herbal medicine,,
a beautiful place, peaceful, and that's cool, that makes me happy in the village.
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