Humans Change, VERY FAST
I like to smile when I see little children, sometimes thinking; "If they grow up, what kind of destiny will they tread?"
Life is always changing, changing too fast instead. Have we ever taken a moment to stare at the past? Staring at our childhood, looking back at the times when we were half-aged, staring at the times when we started to learn the meaning of maturity.
I just can't be an adult yet. Living in comfort makes me always want to be pampered, and one thing I realize is that it's too hard to leave that pampering.
There is an anecdote about consistency; Syahdan, once a criminal was confronted by the Judge, then the judge asked, "What is your crime?" and he replied "I stole the Judge". Then the judge again asked "How old are you?" and he answered "40 years". 5 years later it turned out that the criminal had relapsed and was arrested again. Before the same judge, the judge asked, "What is your crime this time?", then the criminal replied that he was stealing again. The judge kept asking, "How old are you now?" and he replied "40 years", 5 years have passed but he is still 40 years old. "Oh, 5 years ago you said that you were 40 years old, now you are also 40 years old. Don't play games with you !!!", then do you know what the criminal's answer was? "I am consistent, Mr. Judge".
It's like an anecdote that is too forced about consistency. Sometimes a person really has to be so consistent, but consistency is also sometimes really really not needed. Everyone has a place to stand. Just like fire needs oil to keep burning and not water. What happens if fire stands on water? I'm sure he will die. Sometimes our mistakes are so very simple, namely choosing the wrong footing.
Back to the original topic, talking about human changes that are so fast. But lucky those who change towards good, not towards evil.
Of course it is not foreign to us when we see our surroundings change. Change doesn't have to pass so slowly like an eroded sea, but also so fast like a tsunami that hits a country. Sometimes what we see fast is actually a long chain of a slow process. When we look at a tsunami that destroys a country, have we ever thought about the movement of the earth's plates that continued to occur before the stress was emitted? Sometimes we look so very short-sighted.
I remember a friend, for some reason it changed so quickly. Back when I was in high school, I looked at her as a person who was so istiqamah, truly hijaber, but when I started college, I saw her change so much, very, very drastically. Her clothes were so tight, even though she was still wearing the hijab, she was no longer a jilbaber. Hijab is no longer long and began to wear tight jeans.
Huff, so quickly the world changes. Some have changed physically, mentally, and even those that cannot be seen, but all of that has changed. Humans are in a process, are in an evolutionary environment to become perfect or even change in an evolution that becomes increasingly erratic.
I remember my cousin once told me. There was an ustazah on campus who mentored recitation events, but then the ustazah who was very anti-dating even tried to date. I don't know, is it he who is so intentional, the devil who is so loud in teasing, or the idol who is so good at gossiping, I don't know. In short, the ustazah was dating the man, then started walking together, seclusion. The latest news is that the ustazah has released her jilbaber status. She took off her proud wide veil, left her wide clothes, left her God and sold her to this world that will never last forever.
Well, that's how it is… humans change so fast, so fast. Hopefully a Baiquni will also be able to change to catch up with his lagging evolution, trying to catch up with his long-forgotten God.
God, I really have told this story. Please allow me to walk that path again, the path that is so close to You.
O human, there is nothing wrong with changing but if the change destroys you then consistency is much more beautiful. Sometimes our mistakes are very simple, which is to determine the wrong footing.
New year and change
A friend said he would start to change, later, right after the first burst of these new year's fireworks went off. When the boisterous trumpets are sounded in the middle of the New Year's Eve. When people shout “HAPPY NEW YEAR!”, when they cheer, jump, hug. Or maybe, when some people are more comfortable renting a hotel and spending the new year as a couple. That's when my friend will change. Thus the promise.
I smirked then. Do you have to wait for the new year to change? Sometimes we answer: YES. It takes moments, like we need stepping stones to jump. However, it doesn't have to be always.
Those who are wise don't need momentum to change. Every second is their momentum to change. Once they realize that something is wrong, they will continue to make changes. And so on, until everything goes near perfect.
Actually, change is a must. Aren't we often reminded, "those who today are the same as yesterday, are those who lose." Supposedly, every day is always more for all of us.
Why are we lazy to change?
Sometimes we get so arrogant. Arrogant to realize all our weaknesses. Haughty to know all our shortcomings. We know we are wrong, grow weaker, but refuse to act in a better direction.
It could all start from our laziness. We are lazy to move to rush towards goodness. Even when there are so many sounds, we still become deaf to hear them. Comfort in ugliness makes us reluctant to act immediately.
It doesn't matter if we make plans for the year ahead. Even those who are wise try to organize their lives at least in the next ten years, how will they go through it. Build a civilization from the rest of their lives, with full understanding, that it takes careful planning for something big.
But friends, you don't need a new year to change. Because, every second, for those who think ahead, will try to be better.
Have you prepared your prayers for the year ahead? Setting up plans for all the dreams we write down? Preparing all the way to goodness?
Hopefully, in 2023 we will be better. Become a new figure. Leaving all the ignorance that has happened in previous years. Close all bad books. And always pray to God that he will illuminate our path.
Whatever year you've been through friends, never forget the figure of God. Don't be arrogant, as if we can do anything without Him. Because, arrogance, is the worst attitude and humiliation.
Those who are wise don't need a new year to change.
Free to move and breathe
How long have you been sitting in the same place today? Maybe an hour, two hours, or even you have forgotten how much time you spent sitting still today.
It could be because of work that requires us to spend more than half of our day just staring at the screen and trying to complete all the tasks that are close to the deadline.
Can you remember the last time you moved freely and took deep breaths in the clear air? It is likely that not many of us remember the last time we ran or walked freely without being glued to our cell phones or other electronic devices. Somehow sometimes it's so hard to let ourselves really enjoy the moment and every air we breathe and exhale.
No time. It seems like this is always the ultimate excuse for us, an excuse that we always use when we are reminded to take a break and give stretches that our bodies have been waiting for, which we have been forcing for a long time to continue to function optimally when it is actually difficult to endure.
Even so, every step that we have successfully taken and which we will take tomorrow we still need to appreciate and be grateful for. If we often force ourselves to keep running and fight for all the demands and hopes that are attached to us. What if once in a while we force ourselves to rest for a moment and interact with nature. For a few hours is actually enough.
For some people, even finding time to rest is a struggle in itself. So, if all this time you have been struggling to meet all external deadlines and targets, how about at least this time we also strive for some rest for our own minds and bodies.
If all this time you have been struggling to meet all external deadlines and targets, how about at least this time we also fight for some rest for our own minds and bodies.
The world will continue even though we rest. There is no need to be afraid of being left behind, because after all we have managed to survive and continue to adapt to life so far. That is one proof that maybe basically humans will always be able to adapt to whatever situation is happening. There are many good things that we can actually get by isolating ourselves for a moment with all the hustle and bustle that is happening in the world.
When taking a morning walk around the house, for example, who would have thought that maybe a lot of things had changed. New shops have appeared that you may not have had the chance to see because they are always busy replying to messages when going to and from work. We change very quickly, and so does the environment in which we live.
If it's been a full week we've been crammed physically and mentally, how about this weekend at least we try to move freely and take a breath for a while, as well as recharge our energy to make sure we keep functioning properly and most importantly still being able to find things good things happening all around us.
Love Don't Be Blind
Again I found, those who are in love, then become blind.
Again I warned, "You may fall in love, but don't be blind."
The woman nodded. "Yes," in his voice. But I can't read his heart. I've never been this deep into a woman's heart. Maybe, because we are both Aries. Those who keep all wounds. Own.
Cautiously he asked, my opinion, about a man's name. A man whose face I've never met in my time, but I'm starting to hear his name more often through my ears. I seldom hear good news from that man, more about bad things. A man, a hedon, a motorbike lover, a drinker, a sex lover, and a man born of my religion but he hates it.
Honest. As bad as me. Never once did I hate this God of mine. Even though sometimes, I have to cry bitterly in front of Him. Begged Him to open their hearts so that I would be free from my miserable breath. Yes, only in front of Him can I be free to cry contentedly. Then I continued to sleep, so deep, like I was hugging Him.
To be honest, I don't like that man is back in my girlfriend's mind. From his eyes, I can see that he still has love. Somehow, still present even though the body has been defiled, hope has been betrayed, and then the man walks freely.
"I believe all humans are good," he began to open the theory. "I'm sure he will change."
Oh man. I have heard this empty theory a thousand times from other women's mouths. And what happened then. Time teaches them that changing a human is not like sculpting a statue. Because, a human being will only change by himself, not others. And how long will you, O woman, wait in blindness and darkness. Why do you prefer to accept all darkness rather than seek light that is sure to be brighter?
Talking about life is not as easy as making a physics model and then looking for the mathematical equation. Life is a complex fabric. Millions of chemical reactions that not everyone understands, what other people are thinking. Those who smile at you, not necessarily their hearts are smiling too. Those who laugh together, in joy, may be those who leave you early, in pain. The human heart, is not what you imagine.
Again, to that woman, I asked, "You may fall in love, but don't be blind."
To that woman I tried to give the news, about the real life that she will bear. Because actually, this life does not belong to us alone. There are other people's lives involved. I told him about his future children, the child he would give birth to from his womb. The son who will also have a father.
It is a virtue, a mother, to seek the best father for their children. Looking for a priest who will guide them, who will provide the way, illuminate, also teach. That life is not only in this world, but there is a more eternal life in the hereafter.
What kind of child would you raise with an imperfect father? Even from a good father, it does not necessarily produce a good child.
My friend, you can always think positively about someone. That there is a possibility that someone will change. But don't forget that the world is not like the movies you often watch, life is a realistic sequence that demands responsibility and has causes and effects. You may continue to pray for those you love. But don't let love blind you. Because, when you are blinded by love, what guides you is the devil.
Because life is an interweaving of various actions. So, we should not be selfish. Like a stone dropped into water. One point will provide interference for the other. Your choice is a risk, for what you will give for your life, your family, and also your future children.
Be patient. May God give you the best love. Maybe in the world, the best love is withheld. God willing, with patience, there will be a better love in the afterlife.
And always remember friends, YOU CAN FALL IN LOVE, BUT DON ' T BE BLIND.
Caring for Wounds
I should be crying. At least partly share their grief and tears. But actually I laughed.
This is not my story that I laugh at, but about a woman whom I consider my own sister. Between petty with the suffer or even laugh because stupidity. Irony indeed, because actually stupidity is something that should be mourned, but if it is maintained, it's better for us to just laugh.
I do not know haw many years he kept his love. About the man she still remembers even though she has changed men many times and the man has also changed women 5 (five) times. And for some reason, I consider the woman who I consider my sister to be a complete idiot.
The man reasoned that he would not date 2 (two) times with the same woman. Now! Here i see his stupidity. Obviously, it's the kind of excuse that men who are busy looking for women, men who have had enough and want to try something else. Countrymen, the man my sister loves is a playboy. That's my guess and my assumption now.
And for some reason, my sister still has hope until now. I once alluded to it, I asked bluntly because I was furious with her life, "Aren't you ashamed of your headscarf?" really bad, and I feel that the attitude of women like that is more self-deprecating and has no self-esteem. Sorry to say, I feel like cheap.
And he reasoned, "isn't that better, Bang? I remain loyal to him even though a million men have changed."
I am quiet. In a goofy heart. Want me to scream, that's how stupid you are! The man doesn't think of you but you keep remembering him. You may say that you feel, but if you are being fooled and still unconscious too, what should I say other than: you are stupid.
Sometimes love is acting like a cancer. You have to have the heart to let him go before he kills you slowly and painfully.
And such stupidity is not unique to him alone. There are millions of other men or women who share the same fate. They are blinded by feelings without being able to see the world. Millions of people have come to heal them but they are reluctant, wanting to keep the wound.
For that type of human, it's better for us to laugh together. Why? Because tears become negligent to remind them. Tears have absolutely no meaning. Just to justify their attitude. When you cry with them, in fact what is happening is you are helping to fertilize the wound that should be amputated immediately. With a laugh, it's a kind of bitter medicine. Hopefully, laughing can make them realize how stupid their life is.
My brother is an idiot. What a moron. Thousands of idiots.
Laughter is usually a powerful drug for others, but he doesn't care. Still his heart is sad. Change her BlackBerry Messenger profile picture with a picture of her past with the man she adores who is probably currently very intimate with other women. I feel he has gone completely mad.
Humans are weird sometimes. They do not accept this life. Two failed attempts are then considered as eternal failures. Twice building a relationship and still harboring a feeling is considered that the feeling will not go away. I actually got sick when he said he was trying to forget. Bullshit! Trying to forget is very different from pretending to forget.
While writing this, I'm thinking about my sister. Between concerned, annoyed, then I prefer to laugh. Already know the disease is still being maintained. Cancer should be treated, not treated. Thus the story: CARE OF WOUNDS.
Morning Sun
This morning the sun greets with wings
beautiful wings
shiny and bright
dressing persada
that started to petal to
welcome afternoon and this morning I want to make
a river in your heart
and upon its banks I will
sat and watched the flow
who walked quietly until absorbed
in the beauty of a gentle gurgling taste
A river that I made in
your heart this morning
don't want to just sit on its edge
and watch the flow
I want to dive and swim across
water that is clear and luminous like glass that reflects in the accompaniment
butterfly line
smiling and happy
a group of singing birds
words of love until the atmosphere becomes
full of pearls scattered floating in the sky
blue one
Birds and butterflies
accompany me
swimming in the river your heart is now taking shelter
on a branch
sing the longing poems
the vibrations of the day seemed far away, the angels
happy dancing
bathed in rainbow light and
cloud cover
the white one looks even a handsome angel
smile to see the beauty of the day that is created
there will be blue peace in my world...
Judge Fairly
Judging fairly is one form in itself which is difficult to pursue. Often when we hate someone, we are unable to judge fairly. Too much distortion occurs when we judge people we hate.
In association, I meet people who hate other people. In their eyes, after the arrival of hatred, the best things that come from those who are hated are not considered, instead they are categorized as one of hypocrisy. Those who are hated are people who are born to be wrong.
Vice versa. When we love someone, then we see everything with one eye. The eyes of someone who is in love are often blind, unable to judge where someone's faults are. What should be wrong is justified and what is right is glorified.
Furthermore, humans are often confused in assessing fairly when it relates to themselves. The human ego works how he continues to survive against what is happening around him. Therefore it is not uncommon for us to see people who still justify all the mistakes that occur personally. Often, those mistakes are the most fatal parts that should not be made.
God once said. He once said, "Do not let your hatred of a people make you act unjustly."
How true! Too often, we, our ego, our allies, judge things lamely with selfish eyes. Everything that may be right but when it is done by people we hate will be considered as a mistake.
At some time, I often hear people who sneer at those who do charity work. In their scorn it is said that the benefactors are a bunch of hypocrites! They are dogs in sheep's clothing. I asked, why? why! The group of people said that the benefactors were trying to buy the faith of the people they helped. If that's the case, why don't we just help, instead of sneering at the benefactors who are giving their bit of mercy to some others.
On the other hand, we often insinuate hypocritically to people who are trying to do good. We generalize the problem. One day we accuse this person, that person, hypocritically for the little mistakes they commit. We accuse people with wide headscarves of being hypocrites, and we accuse clerics who try to do good, try to subdue their passions of hypocrisy. We then laughed when we said, "try to have miyabi in front of the ustad, he is also lustful."
Strange! How strange!
How do we judge people like Religious Leaders and try to compare them with Artists. Religious leaders practice polygamy, lawful, and do not deny that humans are creatures that are given lust but humans are given reason to subdue that desire. But we feel more understanding, agreeing to another action where a spectacle of a human being struggling with his lust. We do not consider such things hypocrisy.
Strange! How strange! We are not able to judge fairly.
Fair is the measure we give to something. If the limits of fairness or truth are relative, then we need a benchmark so that the relative becomes absolute, or at least reduces the bias that applies to the name "relative". It depends on which side we see justice.
The question now is, what reference do we use in assessing justice?
"Don't let your hatred of a people make you act unfairly" Friends, try to judge something with justice, our emotions interfere in judging you, so suspend your judgment until logic returns to the front. If you haven't been able to, it's time for us to learn together, try to judge things fairly.
Nothing Lasts Forever, It Must Pass
A wise man once asked a ringmaker to engrave a sentence on the inside of the wise man's ring, the sentence was: "nothing lasts forever, this must pass."
After the ring was finished carving, the sage continued his journey. Along the way, he started working as a laborer for a large company owned by the richest man in town. The wise man worked diligently even more diligently than most of the other workers.
A worker asked him, "why do you work so hard when our salary and life will not change by working harder. Do what they pay us for."
The wise man smiled and simply said, "this must pass."
After several decades, the company went bankrupt. The rich man who used to own the company fell into poverty with debts piling up everywhere. The wise man, with the money he had been saving, tried to buy the company, because it had fallen bankrupt, the rich man sold his assets at a cheap price because he urgently needed money.
Not so long ago, the bankrupt company had begun to rise. Now, the wise man is the richest man in town while the former owner of the company is now a worker in the company he used to own.
The worker who used to ask the wise man, ran into him and was a little shy. The sage watched his old friend then held out his hand in greeting. The old worker awkwardly gave a greeting. Then the wise man said, "This must pass."
Several years later, disaster struck. The great fire destroyed all of the company's assets. The old owner died as a result of the accident and the sage fell into poverty. Everyone was shocked by the incident and all the workers lost their jobs. Hardly anyone survives in the city after what happened. The wise man's old friend moved to another city to make a living.
Before moving on, the old friend visited the sage. The old friend thought the wise man would be sad and felt it was the end of his life so he tried to cheer up, but what he thought didn't happen. The sage remained relaxed and kept smiling. As they shook hands, the wise man said, "This must pass".
The old friend in the new city was reaping success. He became a very respected rich man. Then one day he remembered the sage and decided to visit him. According to the news, after the company was burned down, the wise man fell into poverty and became an ustad in the mosque teaching children the Koran. As it turned out, when the old friend visited, the sage had died.
The old friend was really sad, he asked one of the people there to show the tomb of the wise man. The old friend visited the sage's tomb. His grave is full of thistles and weeds because no one cares about it. The sage had almost no family in the city. While eating others seem to be maintained. However, on the tomb of the wise man it was written: "this must pass".
Not long ago. The city was hit by flash floods. Almost all the houses of the residents were submerged. Once the waters receded, old friends visited the town and offered their aid. Not forgetting he visited the tomb of the sage, but the tomb is now gone.
When the old friend walked to the remains of the company that had not yet been built after being burned down, he instead found the tomb of the wise man, lying with the rest of the mud that littered the ruins. The tombstone was plain, mud had covered the words, "this must pass".
Even this must pass shall pass. The old friend smiled, then laughed. The people were astonished by the old friend's attitude. The old friend then shook hands with all the injured, hungry, and miserable residents, while not forgetting to say, "nothing lasts forever, this must pass".
Stare inside
Maybe I'm the worst human being ever present in this world. About steps that are increasingly clubbing, teetering along all the scattered thorns and pebbles. Not to mention the mud that sticks and becomes tough, as well as the moss that smoothes the whole road. Time and time again I slipped. Many times I repeat all the mistakes with hasty steps. I am a human being who today is worse than yesterday.
I'm still taking care of other people's roads. Yelling them about blind covering. Whispering them about the pebbles that turn into thorns.
I haven't finished looking inward yet, so why should I read anything else. It's like you opening several chapters of a novel and then dumping them and looking for new pages from a different novel. The ending you're looking for can't be found.
Questions about who I was kept on flowing non-stop. Questions about the expected ending or about the purpose of all these life stories. Actually, what am I looking for?
The more I looked outside, the more I lost my way. The signs elbow each other giving messages. The guides butted heads at each other, shouted indiscriminately, cursed nonstop, pointing fingers with their mouths open and muscles rising. The messages that came in confused me. The more obscure about the meaning of a journey: destination.
Stare inside. The visible twists of the road are also no easier. There were various wars there. Immediately I closed my eyes, plugged my ears, then all the war that was going on was increasingly heard and seen clearly. Sounds coming from somewhere. Thoughts that don't want to get tired to pause. Chaos inside.
It turned out that the way in was like a ladder. You fix many things from the path you go through. About humans, self, and nature. It's not easy to become a new person in a blink of an eye. Is a process that guides you, runs you, guides you. Even I, who felt that he was high but turned out to be rotten here and there.
Pause. Ignore all signs. Cover the ears of all the guides. Gaze within: for within it, there is the real you.
Only For Humans
I see girls, boys. Are they humans or animals? If animals, let me call them females and males.
You see. The women you say are reformers, those with ideas of equality. They are nothing but fools. They're just dandies. They prostitute women back to animal savagery. They groom the women and then the men chuckle and then what happens: men no longer judge women from femininity other than beauty. There is no longer a price for fresh ideas baked from women's brains. Women become women.
And for men. You exalt men from their muscles. You take men further down to the bottom of the animal abyss, when men are only workers. Real men are judged by how tough their muscles are. You are aware of it. You're also an animal.
What is called human?
Do you know what differentiates you from your animal friends? Not from looks. It's not your muscles that harden the bridle either. Not even from how tough you are in the killing fields. You're not an animal, you're a human. Understand what is called human.
Come on. Let me tell you about humans. About the beginning God created you directly from His hands. Aren't you proud? When all things are created from words, you are formed in such a way from the hand of the One.
But thirdly you have come down to earth. You bury yourself into an animal again. I no longer deserve to call you female or male, but become female or male. Because that's the proper name for the animals.
Cursed be you who live by selling likenesses. You have nothing to offer this earth. Damned!
And you who live by selling your muscles to show. Damned too.
To those who give in to themselves, pulling you back to your animal destiny. You too must be cursed.
Real people are not valued for what they have earned. Not valued from their appearance, body shape, nation, and race. That's only for the animals. Real people are valued by what they produce. What do they offer to humanity. Those who don't discriminate.
The degree of human and trash is the same. We become one degree with the ecosystem around us. Nothing is higher except for one thing: what we have done.
Today you pay attention. Various animals abound. They eat each other. They copulate like dogs. No loyalty. Damn them, even animals don't kill their young before they are born.
In a colorful box with a variety of people. I don't see a human. Most I saw were animals and beasts. They just change their appearance, dress up, and feel higher than others. They are wrong.
This article is quite readable. Don't spread it. Because I don't know who will read it, whether it's an animal, a beast, or a true human. Only For Humans, I created this article.
Solitude Rebellion
One afternoon, during a conversation, my friend couldn't believe it when I said that I rarely do things alone. I don't shop alone, I don't drink coffee alone, I don't go to the doctor myself, whatever it is, I'm not alone.
He couldn't believe it. He always felt that I was an introvert figure, those who are comfortable in solitude, shy, and think before speaking. So when I reluctantly do everything without a friend, my whole figure in his mind seems to be turned upside down.
Then next I ask, why is it so easy for him to do everything in solitude? Like walking alone without anyone accompanying you, shopping alone, watching movies alone, enjoying a cup of coffee alone in the hustle and bustle of people who don't neglect to talk. And as I guessed, he didn't understand why he could do it either. Just an excuse that, "yes you can, why not." only that.
So yesterday, I started trying to rebel. Trying to test whether I can be firm in solitude. I also tried to walk alone around half the city at dawn changing morning. Sitting in a coffee shop when people haven't even left their door to leave.
The result. I still can't be completely alone. Maybe because a smartphone in the hand is a bit of a treat. Come to think of it, without those items I can't be alone. So the first rebellion failed, I think.
To be honest I'm not very comfortable in the hustle and bustle of the crowd. But if you want to be more honest, actually I feel isolated in the crowd. Hence, a friend makes me feel less alienated. As if I was in the realm of togetherness.
I like to envy people who easily do things on their own. Even more jealous of those who are able to laugh with various people around them. It feels good to be able to do both of these things without a burden, without any reluctance.
Greetings Twilight
Greetings twilight that goes on
veranda hillside
dance like a butterfly
accompany the beetle
kiss the rose petals
with petals longing until the light steps into the twilight
the beautiful one
Beautiful twilight greetings to
the shade of the forest that is chanted
peace
about the song of the birds
jump on the branch
chirp like a handsome angel blowing the flute of life
until the vibration of the soul soars in
air
Beautiful twilight greetings to the noise
ocean waves that wet the coral
to the seagull's singing
tunable
dance like an angel
wearing a rainbow necklace to shake the feeling of longing
Beautiful twilight greetings to
the firmness of the clapping mountain
fog
of a beautifully painted sky curtain
spread out on a soft cloud
cotton rumbles the sense of beauty that
not falling...
Have you ever known?
Did you know
about taste
About Language
About everything that comes out of me
have you ever felt
About a reason and about a little attention and a little longing
Have you ever read
The face that melts with feelings
Words Blended with Courage
And the attention you may never know and you feel it's all from me
Everything From My Heart
From a sincerity
About the beauty of sincerity
And just for a smile
Love left unspoken
Why Everything Hurts
I feel alone
I Know Alone
I Hold Myself Without Edge
Without hope, always with the heart
Love left unspoken
And this is just for you
The owner of all flavors created from the soul
Love left unspoken
Will Be There Forever
Even though forever will never have
Turning Weaknesses into Strengths
Accepting the situation and hoping for a better situation are not two contradictory things. Both are complementary and therefore both can be compared, only the timing is different. We accept what has happened and hope for what might happen. Unfortunately, more people lament the bad luck that befell them and are disappointed with what they get, and more often worry about their future.
There are concerns that are valuable and some are detrimental. Worry is said to be valuable if it can encourage someone to take anticipatory action against various possibilities in the future, such as a student who studies hard because he realizes that if he is lazy he will not be accepted at his favorite college. Worry like this can lead a person to amazing luck. And worry is said to be detrimental if it can hinder someone from achieving progress, such as a husband who forbids his wife from doing self-development activities for fear that his wife will no longer respect and obey him if he progresses. Or a wife who forbids her husband from pursuing a scholarship abroad for fear that her husband will remarry if his career continues to develop. Worry like this can make adversity prolong.
How a person reacts to events that have happened and how he views the future greatly influences how he feels and acts in the present. Lamenting over mistakes, failures, or misfortunes that have happened and worrying about something that will not necessarily happen makes a person depressed and helpless to face the present and pessimistic in looking at the future, which in turn this pessimistic attitude will rob him of his great strength and become the main obstacle. for his progress.
All events that have happened to a person are not to be lamented, but accepted and then taken for granted as the most valuable and important lesson for his further development. Suffering is a method used by God in educating people to improve their life system, raise their enthusiasm, sharpen their intelligence so that they are tougher, more dynamic, and more reliable.
Accepting circumstances is the attitude of people whose souls are enlightened. It becomes the most effective therapy in overcoming despair. Unfortunately, most people get it wrong. This attitude of acceptance is only needed for everything that has happened, while the future must be addressed with hope, not worrying or worrying about it.
The essence of life is belief and hope. When a person hopes that his life will be better and he believes that God will fulfill his wishes, then he will become better, while if he always feels anxious and worried about his future, he allows his bad condition to continue for the rest of his life.
The real reality of life is what we are facing in the present. The past is impossible to return to, and the future when the time comes, it becomes the present. Our present state is the result of all the actions we have done in the past, and what we like and do in the present will have an effect on how we will be in the future. Therefore, the present is not a time for us to lament and complain, but a time for us to start acting to realize our hopes.
Hope is the attachment of a person's will to something he wants will happen in the future. With hope, the pessimistic attitude turns into optimism. Someone who hopes for something and is optimistic about being able to achieve it will try his best to realize his hopes. A person who hopes that his deeds will be accepted by God will try his best to improve the quality of his worship. A sinner who expects forgiveness from God. will repent of his bad deeds. A person who is struck by a disaster and hopes to get out of the disaster will try hard to overcome it. A student who hopes to become a class champion will try to make it happen by studying hard. Yes, hope makes life full of enthusiasm.
A person's enthusiasm is greatly influenced by his hope to move forward. The stronger a person's expectations about his future, the stronger his enthusiasm. On the other hand, the weaker the hope, the weaker the enthusiasm. Everyone should let his enthusiasm continue to grow so that with it he is determined to realize his hopes, and don't let disappointment and discouragement paralyze his enthusiasm.
Hope and enthusiasm must be built on solid foundations. The foundation in question is an awareness of all the shortcomings and weaknesses that exist in us and then we make both of them our strengths. Of course this is not an easy matter because in general people always try to cover up all the shortcomings that exist in themselves, especially for those who are infected with proud.
To raise this awareness, we should not count how much knowledge we already know and master, but think about how much knowledge we don't know and master. We should not count the number of good deeds we have done, but think of how many good deeds we have not done. We should not cover our ears from the criticism of others, but listen to them because criticism often helps us to see the shortcomings that exist in ourselves.
Departing from this awareness of imperfection, we move forward towards perfection. Starting from the realization that there is still a lot of knowledge that we have not mastered, we move forward towards the perfection of science by continuing to explore it. Starting from the realization that there are still many commands of God that we have not carried out and the many prohibitions that we have not been able to avoid, we move forward towards the perfection of worship and repentance. And from the awareness that there are still few friends we know, we move forward to a wider association.
Hope and enthusiasm are not owned by people who are engrossed in lamenting the unfortunate events they are experiencing and drowning in anxiety about events that are not necessarily going to happen. Hope and enthusiasm are also not shared by people who feel arrogant about their current situation. Hope and enthusiasm are only owned by people who can take lessons from every event that has been experienced in the past and are aware of the shortcomings that exist in themselves as a consideration for all their actions in the present for the sake of their future.
The right attitude is that we accept and are satisfied with what has happened and got, hope for a better future, and begin to act to realize those expectations with enthusiasm in the present.
Every day means a new life, happy for those who can fill today with knowledge and good deeds, not by lamenting the past and worrying about the future.
Tears (Again)
I understand that feeling. About a heart that is hard to freeze, represented by the drops of water that fall from your two beautiful eyeballs.
You may ask, why do I know when I have not experienced it? So I answered, because our hearts are connected. What happened to you, I feel too.
So it's not a good idea to keep it to yourself. I know the human heart is sometimes as wide as the ocean, but even the deepest troughs have limits.
Let's sit down at a table. Let's sip this bitter coffee together. No need to add sugar, let alone salt which will interfere with the taste. Let us look at each other and open our hearts. And from those tiny lips the whole story begins.
Which round did you not feel appropriate? Then try to find all the wisdom that may be missed but still negligent, until you curse God who is above the sky there.
Tell me. Don't hesitate, tell me.
Tears were created to spill. No need to be dammed, no need to be restrained. For a heart that is tested, washed by countless tears.
Don't be shy. To hell with the dogma that men don't deserve to cry. Damn that whole pronunciation, damn it!
We are human, created from bone and flesh. And in the safest place, God entrusted the heart. Even deeper, God has left countless tears that are ready to be spilled by thousands of stories.
I'm still waiting for you to come out of that silence. Waiting for you to tell a thousand stories that deserve. Then from it, all the tears you witnessed were present. I kept waiting.
A patch of table on which there are two cups of coffee testifies that the silence has not been broken. And I just saw the puffy eyes of a man in front of me.
Until the last sip of coffee, I just saw your eyes empty with thoughts wandering. Still you keep it to yourself.
The tears started to dry. Tears that make me ask questions, how heavy is your story? Has it still not touched the deepest trough of your heart, until what appears is only tears and not a story.
Shoots
You are a tree that I want to care for like a flower
Because it's beautiful, that's not an excuse
Someday you will grow in my hands
Seeing different every day
From two leaves, new shoots, flower buds
It doesn't matter if it doesn't bloom
It's okay if it doesn't bear fruit
Not the beautiful flowers I want to see
It's not expensive the fruit I want to sell
I just want you to grow shady
Until thick can make me lean
Tired of getting old picking up the leaves
And what you will show later let it be a surprise
Then live in the circle of time
Song About Rain
Rain is falling. Then I closed my eyes. Hear every rhyme from the water that falls to the earth. About the wind colliding, between the water and the leaves embracing each other. Wet ground. I listened to their stories, about the longing held back. Soared up and then tied. Until, they let go of what has been stored for a long time.
Everyone started running. Leaving the wet that began to sweep. Raising his hands to cover his head, he took steps to look for shade. I listen to their stories, about souls who don't want to be disturbed. Distracted by other romances trying to find a place. One stanza in a live episode. One second of wasted hours.
Thunder was also present. Screamed in the sky that had been wet for a long time. The flashes that appear at the beginning, are like a prophecy that a thunderstorm will come. I listened to their stories, of loud voices, but still in silence. Like those who are deaf, listening to a voice without a tone, seeing lips move, but all that is heard is silence.
Are you too? Mute and keep on mute. Hiding doubt in a sad gaze. Trying to look away, hoping the past is erased by a second that is not touched by the eye.
Or are you too? Shout and keep screaming. Cast out fear in the twinkling of a extinguished eye. Trying to fade the time, hoping it will be erased by the noisy seconds.
There will come a time when the wet soil will dry again and the barren soil will become clay. The time when one body is replaced by another. A time when one era is replaced by another.
Don't you see, those who walk strong. Even in the rain or in the heat. Feet that walk without receding. Hands clenched into fists without knowing a stretch. Looking down at the road.
So look at their eyes. Eyes that are silent but have a thousand stories of travel. That humans are not a single person, but a series of each episode that goes on and on. Each of us is an extra. Each of us is the main character. Each of us is an antagonist. Each of us is a protagonist.
It's still training. The streets are now deserted, except for a few cars passing by. People dwell on fragile roofs. Some of them grumbled about the rain building the walls. Some of the others rejoiced that the dry season would soon change.
Then how am I? About rain, water, thunder and wet earth. how am i?
So I just shut up and closed my words. It's enough for me, listening to the song of every drop of water that hugs the leaf with all its longing.
Hallucination
It's just getting worse. Suddenly I thought about hitting the clock in the lower right corner of my laptop screen. I felt like stopping time, but just as I was about to do it I realized: no one can stop time.
I've been sleeping for almost a week after sunrise. Sometimes it's 8 am, sometimes it's 9. Sometimes I don't even sleep at all. There's a process I have to pursue and I'm really nervous. When I was shocked how stupid I was with the brain capacity that couldn't be suppressed to work more agilely.
The past few days I've been so sleepy, it's almost like a hallucination. Like a hypnotized person. What entered my brain I did not fully grasp, between entering and not he was floating like the whisper of a wandering spirit.
Excessive headaches are no more. In a sense I've paused with swaying. However, when I'm sleepy like this, the back of my head feels like it's heavy and my eyes are hard to open.
Hopefully after this passes, I can return to normal again.
A piece of hope a man
A man of hope Trying to arrange a heart from the broken pieces Learn to stand up straight from adversity
Trying to run from the misery of the heart
The man who is always rejected
A man of hope
The man sat down. Just as those words killed his soul, he felt utterly defeated. Never like this, NEVER.
He rejected him, with a very gentle but lightning-like repulsion to his wry souls, souls untouched by challenge and maturity.
"Sorry, but at the moment I don't want to think about that," the woman tried to come up with a classic alibi for a refusal. In the woman's heart the Man was never created, never existed, even if it was only a sketch of a blurry shadow. There never was.
The man tried to smile, as he had been trying to hide his slight defeat against the woman. Like a wheel running in place, the incident repeats itself, the same incident, the same day, the same hour, the same second, the same woman.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, always sorry!
There are many women, but only one can make him crazy. Only one. The woman's name was Puteri, a perfect name for a woman like her. Woman with lips that always smile. A woman who has the talent of a genius. A woman with a heart as soft as silk. A woman who deserves to be loved.
The man was very, very tired, bearing the burden of longing that had fluctuated for the umpteenth million times in his life. The burden of longing for the same woman, the woman who always rejected her, the woman who never loved her at all, the woman named Puteri. A burden of longing that is very, very deep.
The man lifted his face up, looking up at the blue sky that seemed very gloomy today. It was the same blue sky he had seen yesterday but now it was so torturous. The man tried to find God between the cracks in the ceiling, but He was never there, not even in his heart. The man was very, very tired, weak and soulless. He collapsed!
God, why are you torturing me in this state?
The sky was silent, God never spoke to answer her questions. No thunder, no thunder, no storm. The sky remains the same, the sky is clear but very torturous. An episode: a hopeless man.
Unknowingly, the eyes began to water. The man was crying, but there were no sobs in his tears. There are only tears, there is only a pinch or lump of a broken heart. The man closed his eyes in pain. A man who cries, a man who is hopeful.
Don't you know Puteri ?
How I mustered up my courage for months just for the sake of revealing it. Expressions of the heart that have been tormented for a long time, simple and short phrases that flow bitterly from my lips. A phrase that always ends in your rejection.
The day left the afternoon, the sky turned orange indicating it was about to call the night. It took him too long to dive into his feelings for how many seconds, how many minutes, or how many hours. The man looked at the birds free in the sky, flapping his wings effortlessly, the birds gathered in a "V" shape. His eyes gleamed with water, but this time he smiled.
The man got up, got up from the dry grass beside the river that he had been sitting on. Taking definite steps to return home.
Her head was lowered again, as before. The man walked down. Staring bitterly at the ground dotted with dry grass, taking the fastest way to his vehicle while occasionally looking at the ground, afraid that an innocent little animal would step on him.
The motorcycle starter is turned on. Before the gas was raised, he looked up at the sky again. The sky is still blue, there is no cloud, there is no storm, he is still bright. A man with a piece of hope but will never give up.
Puteri, I will not give up. I'll make you think about it if your answer always doesn't want to think about it, I promise. Princess, I will propose you, make you my wife, make you the mother of my children.
An episode: The One Piece of Hope.
Let's Green the Earth
Do you realize how our earth, whether here or in other parts of the world, is in crisis. Global warming, the greenhouse effect, waste oil on the beach, and indirectly we will also feel the effect.
El Nio, La Nia, is the effect of global warming. And all of that is the work of human hands, starting from the industrial revolution in England.
Not only gas pollution, we also easily throw plastic waste everywhere, and we do it without guilt. Do we know that plastic recycling takes hundreds of years and it's not yet able to recycle 100% of these polymer cells.
For those who like to use feathers from animals, do you know how many animals are on the verge of extinction for the sake of our sheer selfishness of beauty. We dare to kill animals just for their skin.
In other parts of the world, fish that should be protected are caught. Sharks are only caught for their fins and then thrown back into the ocean. And all of that we do when they are still alive. How sadistic our human souls.
Are we psychopaths? Is it because we are humans that we deny these animals? Or because they were unable to roar in self-defense.
Let's give a moment to our conscience. Ponder. Is it correct what we do?
Offering Sorrow
There is a lot of sadness to offer in every journey of life. Even joy must be offered, lest it be too sweet, salty, or bitter. Most people never offer themselves to happiness, like the sweet that always lives inside of us. We continue to consume the sweetness of life so that we have no room to remember that in every episode, there is sadness.
Sadness often come with a variety of flavors. I sometimes feel it as something bitter, bitter than medicine. Sometimes salty, saltier than the ocean or salt mines. Similar sweet sometimes outrageous.
Many are confused. How sadness can come in such a sweet form. Sometimes, in a sense of sadness, there is a feeling like getting new news in a life. Adding a point of wisdom in looking at this life. I give sweetness to such sorrow. Outrageously sweet.
However, what I feel right now I can't describe. In which category is this ongoing sadness. Will he be something I call bitter, or salty, or maybe at the end I will mention a sweet taste that life offers by pain.
In the past week, I've read a novel by Paulo Chelho which in one of its chapters is about sadomasochism, where pain, pain, hurt, become a way for people to find pleasure. Some people in order to feel close to God, they start whipping themselves. Until at some point, they find pleasure in every wound.
But I'm not one to find pleasure in every open wound. Although maybe, later, I will find the sweetness that God taught me in the pain of my feet crawling across the sahara, or maybe treading a thicket full of thorns. Sometimes, God often tells stories through gaping wounds.
I really hope. He called me. Then asked me to answer "why don't I want to bother him anymore?" or maybe he will whine that his soul is unstable and he doesn't know why he's doing it. I really hope. Where, in the first answer I will tell you about the heartache that I feel, and in the second answer I want him not to repeat any such wishes again.
I always try to be as perfect as he wants even though the whole world says: NO HUMAN IS PERFECT, I will still try. At least, by offering yourself and a promise not to hurt him, being loyal, and responsible.
Writing this, my heart aches. Loving him makes me reflect on his every wish so that at one conclusion I feel he doesn't want to be bothered by me.
I don't understand what people really want. When they ask God for love, they are not satisfied, they ask for something else, they also ask for hate. They want to see what happens when God hates them. However, God never hates.
Haven't you often heard: God doesn't grant what you ask for, but He gives you what you need. The best for you.
I never hated you either. What I feel is deep sadness. If only you knew.
How sad that comes, when you write the news your chin starts to tremble. Your hands are cold, and also shaking. Your lips start to bite, then tears fall without knowing when it will be over. And the roar in your chest is so pounding. You feel very hot. Your heart is like a fire that you don't even know how to put out.
I am waiting for you here. With the same love and longing. To hear a news, that you want to be disturbed again. I'm waiting. Meanwhile, try: OFFER SORRY.
At the end of the line
Every time the guy glanced at me with the corner of his eye, just as our eyes met afterward, he always asked, "What are you looking for?"
And, I was always the same, just silent. Confused. Abstrud. Too floating. I don't know what to answer. I couldn't even afford a simple answer, let alone a detailed answer about the simple thing he always asked.
What am I looking for?
I'm actually looking for "me". The real me is not lost, but the "me" that has yet to be found. I'm actually looking for "me".
I am actually free, but now "I" is enslaved again.
When do we ever realize, that we are actually being enslaved. Enslaved by our desires. Whipped by our dreams. Occupied by our worldly lust. Aware?
Not! Life. ego. lust. Pseudo fun. Many things that are illusory pollute our point of view. And at some point, we too feel tired. Tired of being chased but unable to reach. Humans are like stupid animals. Running, chasing after his own shadow.
It's not the shadows that should be chased, but how the light strings the corners. And that light is our soul.
Do you see what I see? Humans hand in hand. About those who laugh. About people who are racing about their dreams. About thirst that never ends. About the drool that keeps falling.
Seeing the illusions happening around us. About humans holding hands on their stomachs. About hunger that never finds satiety.
"I didn't find what I was looking for all this time..." someone said one time. He was probably feeling again, about the void he was looking for. About the pitch black that makes the body feel like floating. About pseudo-ecstasy.
Because happiness is actually in every soul. Because the soul is like a tree that has just been cut down. Is how you sculpt it. And a sense of enough, actually only exists within.
To be yourself means not to be someone else. You don't have to be jealous of the masks that humans wear. Be happy with all the good you can do. Be kind to all elements of nature.
Be happy with all the variables given by God.
Dreams really have no boundaries. Returning to oneself is really the end of desire. Stop looking! What you are looking for is not really lost. It just takes a little effort to find. Just like a pile of papers on a messy table. Do not rush. For every little kindness, there's a true soul puzzler there, including freeing a fly that's drowned in your coffee cup.
Being happy, really isn't found out there. However, true happiness — what you really seek — is within yourself. At the end of the line.
Even men cry...
Once upon a time, I had a crush on a woman. A woman with a strong desire I want to marry, of course I want to marry her as an adult, not the old me who was still too childish and unable to be independent. That woman means so much to me, even between her and the god is like only a thin line. I adore him too much.
That woman with the passage of time I love more than the princess. Although maybe until now he would never realize how much he meant to me, but that was then. I call it: Garden of Heaven.
In fact, the barrier I've been building seems to be without a trace. Maybe this is love. But at that time I was in the wrong connotation of love, not a love that is justified in the bond of a marriage.
Even men cry...
She was the first woman to walk alongside me. I remember, the first time I walked with him was a year ago, we walked to a book fair. Weird, we are not like men in general, there is a distance between us. When I left, he went to the right, and there were a few meters between us. There is a reason for all that; I'm ashamed.
After that incident, I cried. Weeping for myself, but the only person I ever told about it was to an angel. Well, I call her an angel. To him I cried, I told him how I felt dirty.
So after that it all stopped? Not. The incident continued.
In fact, she's the first woman I ride with. We go to the beach. But up to the beach, never once did my skin touch his skin. There is a reason for all that; I'm ashamed.
Maybe God still loves me very much. He gave me shame, but also rewarded me with such passionate lust. One lesson I take here, that love also breeds lust.
Lust makes me want to continue to be near him. Lust makes me want to keep him with me. Lust makes me want to do more and more, but I am very ashamed. I am ashamed of my God, I am ashamed of myself. But lust makes me never able to stop, even though I should be very ashamed.
There was one fear at that time: I was afraid that if we weren't together, I was afraid that the woman wasn't my soul mate.
Even men cry...
Then God gave the best way. When I am at the peak of love, when I love him so passionately, when jealousy is in the crown, when I want to monopolize him, God acts differently. He erased that love for the woman.
Then I asked, "Why is that? What made you do that?"
A man he thought was an adult had taken him away. Throw me into the silence of love, and a broken heart. I collapsed.
But that was then, now I am able to smile even though sometimes the shadow of love still surrounds me. Sometimes I still think about that woman, hoping to God to give her the best. I want him to walk straight, straighter than mine.
It turns out that God really loves me, even though I have cried.
Every human being has a dark past. They have the time and experience, a story gathered so that humans are able to choose the best to walk forward.
Every now and then, take a break. Take a break and look at the past, so much so that useful conclusions can be drawn. Even if it was the worst experience.
Because of the past… even men cry…
Be Anything, Anyone
I like changing roles. Be anything, anyone. But unfortunately, I'm stuck with the characters that I play. I became a reduction, a distortion, I lost the real me. I searched, but he had run away.
I often call the lost ME “he” or “the man” or “the man”. I lost him, a man who was a man (a dizzying ).
First born, I was brought up in a spoiled role. The distinctive character of the last child, the only man. Whatever I want, it's always there. I was not allowed to leave the house too late, even required to take a nap. I can't hold a knife, I can't wash, I can't cut, and all. Everything is impossible.
Growing up, I became a naughty child. I am carefree, playful, and a giver. Sometimes I like to fight, but fighting is a joke. I also like to cry sometimes. By my friend, I was taught how to steal mangoes, steal food while fasting. But since then, I'm so uncomfortable.
My 6th MIN grade changed a bit. I don't like fighting anymore, instead I'm more often the undefeated child. I never studied, and became a stupid child.
Moving on to MTsN, I started to be different. Among friends I am cheerful, at home too, but not in the neighborhood. At that time, I was just starting to learn to walk with my head down. Here, I have not learned sin. At the beginning, I was so rigid with my surroundings. I became like a Social Phobia, like being nervous in a crowd that I don't know.
High school was the time when I began to recognize sin. On the internet, I know more than anything just my friends talk about. But most of the time I kept quiet and listened to them talk without interrupting. When they talk about women between men, I've learned a lot from that. I went astray.
But my misguidance never made me dare to be honest, until now.
College time. I'm getting thinner. In fact it has most likely been lost. That's when I was in the lost astray. But no one knows how bad I was at that time. From it were born groaning verses about the longing for dhuha, tahajjud. I miss, but I've gone too far.
My roles are like nails driving through pillars. Even though it has faded, the scars never go away. That's what God said in disgrace. If God has covered it, then don't open it.
There are many other roles. I also forget, I don't know what roles I've ever played. I'm confused: who am I?
The roles complement each other. They nudge each other, wanting to exist to be the real me I am. Me: be anything, anyone.
Share Heart
My heart for you is like your heart that you gave to me. Love penetrates all boundaries, even through eleven dimensions. A friendship I try to carve, so that each of us can call it: ETERNAL.
One day I said, "My heart is breaking."
He's rowdy. Ask. Asked me to speak up. I wonder why he's the one crying. He was the one who threw away the tears from his beautiful eyes. Asking me to speak up, what's the story behind the broken heart.
I am quiet. Mute. Choose to save.
She's still crying. I am not strong. Especially when you say hate. He hates it when I'm hurt, maybe more than I feel happy when he sees me happy. I'm not strong either. Seeing him cry made me melt. I still kept it, but I told him, "I need a heart."
"What for?" he asked surprised.
"So that my broken heart can be thrown away," I replied.
"Then how am I?" He was surprised.
"We share hearts." That's all I can answer.
I don't have a description of how it "divided the heart", when me and him, we live in the same heart, even though the soul is different.
Maybe he had no other choice. Living in one heart is an answer. Because maybe he really understands, my heart has become unusable.
The first time I took the heart of the gift. I felt what I had never felt from my heart before. It's more than just warmth. There are millions of emotions involved. I can't say anything, not even a thank you, other than tears.
It was the happiest time of my life. When I know everything that is stored in his heart. When he knows, what I want to share in his heart. We became brothers, not bound by blood, but we shared our hearts.
There were times when he cried. There are times when I ask why tears are present. At that time, even though he was silent, holding back, I could very well understand why. I asked not for clarity, because I had understood before the phoneme arrived, by what means all the tears came.
I am weak. He's weak. It is not strength that unites us, but weakness. More often than not, power makes a difference, making what is united becomes a remnant. Two weak does not make us strong, but because we are weak, we understand each other, share with each other.
I really love him. Because of love, we share our hearts with each other. Later, I want to engrave this in an alphabet that is neither vowel nor consonant. Love alphabets that pass through eleven dimensions. Something they call it: ETERNAL.
For you friend. Thank you for being willing to give your heart to mine. Thank you for letting me know all your secrets, and for being the keeper of my secrets. Thanks for: SHARE THE HEART.
Empty
I wonder how the rain feels when it falls. Do you feel a lot of pain? Or is this what he expects? He said He is a Grace from the Almighty. But many of the Humans who sometimes worship and then curse for various reasons.
I wonder, did the rain notice it too? When it rains like this, will I curse too? Behind the tightly closed window, the rain continued to fall. And who dares to stop him?
There isn't any. The word echoed in his skull. It throbs in every nerve even when you close your eyes, then echoes again.
There isn't any. Just like scavenging in a rusty memory. In fact, it never existed.
However, I remember in hidden memory when that Child once huddled in the dark. Trying to press both ears when anger resonated with each other. When two people yell at each other.
"Brother, what are you doing?" His sister asked but the boy was silent. Then I saw his eyes were instantly reddened and tears were flowing like rain. From then on, the boy hated commotion. When it was quiet, he would pull out a piece of paper and then make a paper crane that he learned from his classmates. Two paper cranes formed from her tiny hands. At that time, he folded happily and carried him over the bridge with calm flowing water. Fly two cranes and watch them drift away. The boy just hoped that everything he was going through would end quickly. Because for him life is like a drama. However, the drama continues to scene without an end.
There isn't any. Time has long passed. And I still remember when the Child had nothing. No, because He is not allowed to want anything. And as long as he grows, those desires rust at the bottom of his heart. No one knows. But secretly He made a shell. In a narrow crevice, He watches how the world works.
There isn't any. Maybe this was the first time the boy had lied. When his behavior seems to want to refuse, his heart is actually happy to accept. Help is like the cold before the rain. Cools his soul. And for the first time he wants to be the main character in a world drama. Because God will probably grant all his wishes, like the end of the main character. Happy.
There isn't any. Indeed, the child always remembers that sweet taste. When he was only holding a candy package. From the start, it wasn't completely empty. There are hopes and goals to be achieved. But the Child knows that the world He lives in is another scene. Forcing him to run. Pick up the clay again. And the shell he built grew even thicker. When the candy wrapper fell, the boy never regretted it. Even if for a second, even for a moment He never regrets. Because at that time, he was very happy.
There isn't any. The kid really had nothing in the end. Try not to want anything. Even when I know He hates rain. He just stood there watching. Then all I remember is a pair of glassy eyes.
"Those memories are mine," he said, clutching the raindrops.
"But the sadness that descends also destroys me," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"You shouldn't have seen my eyes" said the boy in the pouring rain.
In the end, I never forgot those eyes. As if it really was mine. Countless failures. Falling and crawling as if it made no difference. With every rain that fell, the scene kept replaying unsolicited.
Miss Tone
Dark skies cover mega blue
Like a heart that turns gray
Fade the lights of the heart.
Along with the frenzy that circulated at that time.
The wind blows the silence.
In the illusion of life.
Between the lines of God's destiny.
That closes the void.
If.........
Time can heal old wounds.
Which has turned into a dilemma.
In the illusion of a mirage.
Eliminate longing in the world.
Tears of longing rule over the tragic story.
In the midst of a beautiful and sweet dream.
Although not so dramatic.
I will remember you on a thin sheet of story.
Hope
At the end of the never ending
reciprocated..
I'm still standing alone
Staring at the sky..
Create hope..
I'm always cornered with a wait..
Which in the end I had to crash into a reality..
Hard reality that must be a friend of everyday life..
It hurts to be someone who is always waiting..
Expect more to be loved, and always do what's best for the heart..
Although sometimes the struggle is never appreciated..
And sincerity is always ignored..
For some reason..
Sometimes a person prefers to leave the person who has made him comfortable, just for the sake of someone who has impressed him.
Love doesn't always have to be that way.
I like this taste
One hour was so long when I once again looked at the time. See how the seconds move. Alternating numbers. They move to a rhythmic beat but not to my uncontrollably beating heart. I hope no one hears, no one can hear. As time goes by, I wait for you to move with all my heart. Ohh... I love this taste.
When I pay attention to the time, people look back at me. Whisper with his friend without hesitation. As if people's happiness is foreign, but who cares. I don't really care either. Approximately how many times did I smile today? You can't figure it out. So much of it that even the angels were jealous. I have been happy today and God has allowed even if only to hear your voice. It's okay, it's really okay. Because I have asked for happiness from simple things.
Looking at the gray sky as your voice echoes. The earphone I'm using is outdated but your voice is as clear as ever. When you talk about people, you talk about not caring. But you still care. Even if it's a little, it turns out they still affect you. Your loneliness tells everything. But they don't know if you start to depend on no one but yourself and the things that are yours. Again, I saw the smile in your eyes that night. Above that height, you're still fine right?
As the time approached, I asked myself again. Am I going to do it? Ohh... My heartbeat. I will see you again.
Feeling Good & Happy
It is normal to talk to friends and family when you are happy. All the time, you want to express why you are happy and want to share your happiness with those close to you. In this lesson, let's look at the various ways in which you can express yourself when you are happy. Here are some examples.
"I’m very happy right now."
"I’m happy."
"I haven’t been this happy in a long time."
"I don’t think I can be any happier right now."
"He is very happy."
"She is so happy right now."
"My wife is pretty happy."
"My husband is happy."
The following sentences are very simple. Every time, you will explain why you feel happy. Let's combine the feeling of happiness and the reason in a sentence.
"I’m so happy I got a job offer."
"I was happy when I received an A for my final report."
"I’ll be happy when that happens."
"This semester is such a headache. I’ll be so happy when it’s over."
"My brother was happy after passing the examination."
"I think my mother was happier than I was when I got into the University."
"If you find a job you are happy with, then that is the perfect job for you."
"It’s more important to be happy with your job than what other people think."
"I don’t think she will be happy if you do that."
"My parents won’t be happy if I drop out of school."
"I think my professor was happy with my essay."
"My grandmother is always happy when I come visit her."
"My grandfather is always happy to see me."
"I’m so happy for you. That’s wonderful news."
"Congratulations on your engagement, I’m so happy for you."
"I want to find a gift that she will be happy with."
"He never likes his presents, but he is happy with the fact that we tried."
"Happiness is probably the most important thing in life."
"My goal in life is to make other people happy."
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