Menulis Sejak Kecil, Abadi Layaknya Kerikil

Menulis menjadi musykil karena dianggap sulit dan hanya terbatas bagi penulis. Padahal menulis berarti mengguratkan cerita apa pun dalam bentuk catatan. Menulis itu sulit karena dilandasi semangat dorongan kesempurnaan.



Mulailah sejak dini untuk mengukir perjalanan dalam tulisan. Tak apa dianggap kecil sebab kita memang tak perlu besar untuk abadi. Laksana butiran kerikil yang jumlahnya entah berapa saking banyaknya di muka bumi. Dari hutan hingga tepi pantai, kerikil menguasai dunia.

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