Dear Life

From so many things that happened in our lifes, there are so many things that make us  cry, laugh, sad, happy, disappointed, angry, etc.
Sometimes we just want to give up, because we can't stand the pain.
Sometimes we are too happy, and we forgot how it feels like being down.
Sometimes we are angry, and we blame everything around us for the things that just happened.
Sometimes we just wanna shut it down, because we're just so tired.
Sometimes we are feeling empty, surrounded by a million people but still feel alone.
Sometimes we forgot, we forgot that we're just ordinary people.

We are human, we make mistakes, we react, we feel, we cried. And then yes we are just human being.
And everytime we feel like we're just gonna give up, just remember how hard we build these things.  How hard we bounce back after the failure, yeah life isn't easy as it seems.

Suffering and pain are life's great secrets.  - Paulo Coelho

L.O.V.E

Love is not blind, it's our eyes who's cannot see what heart can see.
Love is not hurt, it's the people who's maybe accidentally hurt us.
Love is not changes us, it's us who's trying to be a better person for the people whom we love.

Loving someone gives us courage.
Courage to tell them how much we love them.
Courage to tell them how much we miss them.
Courage to tell them how much we need them.

But.
It isn't always as easy at it seems.

Love means patients
Love means understand each other
Love means getting through the difficulties together
Love means accepts the good and the bad things
Love means taking care of someone, even when they are not looking

The First One

The first one is the worst one, especially when it comes to heartbreak.

Yes indeed, it hurts you so bad. The lies, the bullshit, and all memories. I thanked you, for all the things you've done to me.

I'm so blessed for what i have now, so once again thank you for the lesson.

Pft

Gue berbuat baik kepada orang lain, bukan untuk mendapatkan balasan dari orang itu ataupun orang lain. Tapi gue melakukan itu semua untuk kebaikan gue sendiri.

But.......
Kadang lo udah berbuat baik tapi orang lain berpikiran hal yang lain,  hal negatif. It hurts..
Gue ikhlas dalam melakukan apapun untuk siapapun, gue gak pernah menghitung ataupun mengungkit. Apa yang udah terjadi yaudah, the rest is not my businness anymore.

kehilangan

There's a moment in life, saat-saat dimana lo ada dititik terendah dalam hidup. For me, semua kehilangan ini has taught me a lot.

Semua barang yang kita punya hanyalah pinjaman, seseorang bisa datang dan mengambil itu dalam sekejap.
Saat ini, gue ada dimoment terendah dalam hidup. Tapi semua pemandangan ini indah, sekarang gue bisa melihat tangan-tangan yang benar-benar peduli, jiwa-jiwa yang benar-benar ikhlas dalam membantu gue. Not material maybe, tapi mereka selalu ada saat gue membutuhkan mereka.

I'm glad to know that kind of persons :)
Terima kasih banyak bagi yang sudah menemani :) I promise, i'll coming back for more.

Diam

Diam itu emas
Diam itu sakit

Bagi beberapa orang diam adalah jalan terbaik untuk menyimpan segala rasa.
Bagi mereka, lebih baik diam dibandingkan harus tenggelam dalam pengharapan yang berlebih.
Ada kalanya kita mencintai seseorang dalam diam, membisu sampai akhirnya kita tidak kuat untuk menahannya lagi. Dan sampai saat itu pula orang yang kita cintai pergi dalam diam.

Bagiku, aku tidak bisa tetap diam. Tetapi aku tidak bisa berbicara banyak, sudah cukup kamu merasa tersakiti (walaupun aku tidak tahu sebenarnya perasaanmu).
Aku diam, tetapi pikiranku tertuju padamu
Bahkan, aku membuat sebuah "conversation" didalam pikiranku
Aku mengkhayalkan kejadian yang mungkin hanya akan terjadi di FTV

Yasudahlah, aku tidak tahu apa yang akan terjadi, aku hanya bisa berharap yang terbaik untukku kelak. :) :)

September

Of all the things i still remember, summers never look the same. Years go by and time just seems to fly but the memories remain. I knew i have to leave this town, but i never knew when and i never how....

Nothin to lose but everything to gain

September by Daughtry

Bandung

Bandung, April 2013

I don't like this town, because it brings so much memories i had 2 years ago. The people, the place, well it's not hurting me actually buuuuttt i hate remebering things that i used to forgot.

oh dear....

have you ever feel so sad and angry at the same time? but all you can do just crying and crying.

you don't know how to make this feeling better but after all you just smile and said yeah I'm fine :)

The Good Fight

The Good Fight is the one we Fight because our heart asks it of us.The Good Fight is the one that’s fought in the name of our dreams. When we are young our dreams first explode inside us with all of their force, we are very courageous, but we haven’t yet learned how to Fight. With great effort, we learn how to Fight, but by then we no longer have the courage to go into combat. So we turn against ourselves and do battle within. We become our own worst enemy. We say that our dreams were childish, or too difficult to realize, or the result or our not having known enough about life. We kill our dreams because we are afraid to Fight the Good Fight.

“The first symptom of the process of killing our dreams is lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The Truth is, they are afraid to Fight the Good Fight…

“The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are Fighting the Good Fight.

“And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams-we have refused to Fight the Good Fight.
“When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being. We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves.

“What we sought to avoid in combat-disappointment and defeat-came upon us because of our cowardice. And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breath, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from out certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of Sunday afternoons.”

in “The Pilgrimage”(1987)

Beauty exists not in sameness

Beauty exists not in sameness but in difference.

Who could imagine a giraffe without its long neck or a cactus without its spines?
The irregularity of the mountain peaks that surround us is what makes them so imposing. If we tried to make them all the same, they would no longer command our respect.
It is the imperfect that astonishes and attracts us.
When we look at a cedar tree, we don’t think: ‘The branches should be all the same length.’
We think: ‘How strong it is.’
When we see a snake, we never say: ‘He is crawling along the ground, while I am walking with head erect.’
We think: ‘He might be small, but his skin is colourful, his movements elegant, and he is more powerful than me.’
When the camel crosses the desert and takes us to the place we want to reach, we never say: ‘He’s humpbacked and has ugly teeth.’
We think: ‘He deserves my love for his loyalty and help. Without him, I would never be able to explore the world.’
A sunset is always more beautiful when it is covered with irregularly shaped clouds, because only then can it reflect the many colours out of which dreams and poetry are made.

Pity those who think: ‘I am not beautiful. That’s why Love has not knocked at my door.’
In fact, Love did knock, but when they opened the door, they weren’t prepared to welcome Love in.

They were too busy trying to make themselves beautiful first, when, in fact, they were fine as they were.
They were trying to imitate others, when Love was looking for something original.

They were trying to reflect what came from outside, forgetting that the brightest light comes from within.