Journal of Twenty Two Life: Understanding

I never bored to tell my self to understand,

What is life through my lens.

Recently, I quite often captured a beautiful-happy face yet broken soul inside.

Then, I realized nobody have a perfect life.

It may perfect outside, but nobody knows what happen inside.

As often as I found my self cried in anger and disappointment.

No, I’m not angry and disappoint with her.

I was angry and disappointed with my self:

Why I couldn’t handle my feeling better?

Why I couldn’t accept everything just the way they are?

Why I couldn’t realize that everything is always happen for a reason?

But however, saw a broken life of your best friend was not an easy case.

As not easy as stand by her side in her truly condition.

The truly condition that she was wrong,

The truly condition that you honestly hate what she did.

But in the other way,
You also know that she need you so much.
That she need you to help her,
to fix all those broken heart.
to fix her broken life.

Dear my self,
Could you try to understand this part of life?

Yogyakarta, 21th July 2017

Jadinya Abu-Abu

Hatimu bilang jangan

Tapi kau malah berhenti

Hatiku bilang tunggu

Tapi aku malah siap-siap untuk pergi

Lantas, kapan bisa bertemu?

Sudah tahu jarak dan waktu sudah mengutuk habis-habisan sejak dulu

Bukannya berlari mengejar

Justru, malah sibuk menyelimuti ragu

Sudah tau ragu, tapi malah digugu

Mau tak mau, akhirnya jadi abu-abu

Ditulis di:

Yogyakarta, 6 Oktober 2017

Tenggelam

Jika orang bilang menulis itu merapikan kenangan, maka aku ingin berujar bahwa membaca membuatku tenggelam. Seperti beberapa hari belakangan ini, ketika kuputuskan berkata “iya” kepada jiwa yang izin hendak bersua. Bohong kalau kukatakan bahwa aku tak tenggelam. Hatiku lebih dari sekedar paham untuk menjelaskan sejauh mana ia telah menelisik jauh ke dalam. Kalau ini bisa disebut jatuh cinta, maka ingin ku ucapkan selamat kepada hati yang sedang berbunga. Kini, si hati menyadari, bahwa memang benar cinta  tak harus memiliki. Aku terlalu lama terperangkap dengan definisi cinta yang “saru”. Yang menuntut untuk begini dan begitu. Nyatanya mencintaimu itu sederhana. Tidak perlu takut kau pergi, pun tak perlu takut kau akan mati. Kalau-kalau si hati ini sedang demam merindu, ia hanya butuh menenggak tulisanmu. Kembali membaca dan tenggelam. Semakin menelisik ke dalam, dan hanyut secara diam-diam.

Tentang Bulan dan Rasa

Bulan terus berputar dengan siklusnya
Tak selaras dengan rasa yang hidup pada manusia
Jikalau bulan punya ketentuannya,
maka rasa tak ada aturannya
Ia tumbuh tanpa hukum yang mengikat
Kapan saja bisa mati, bisa benci,
atau bahkan bisa berubah jadi cinta penuh arti

Koma,

Aku mencintaimu dengan tanda koma,

agar rasa tak bersua dengan "usai" yang seutuhnya

Aku memang sengaja menaruhnya di sana,

agar kalau si hati sedang lelah mencinta,

ia punya celah untuk sebentar saja menjeda 

Journal of Twenty Two Life: Di Luar Kendali

Aku sedang jengah. Jengah pada semesta yang akhir-akhir ini tidak berpihak pada usaha. Ketika semua daya, doa dan upaya telah ditempuh, seharusnya semua berjalan sesuai rencana. Begitu, kan seharusnya?

Man jadda wajada, berkali-kali kuucap mantra itu. Dan aku memilih untuk percaya padanya. Seutuhnya. Namun ia seakan membelot. Mempermainkan keyakinanku, lantas menggodanya agar runtuh tepat dihadapanku.

Sungguh, ia memang benar-benar tahu bagaimana cara menguji. Ia tahu kesabaran milik siapa yang layak dieksekusi.

Namun sekali lagi, aku (masih) memilih untuk percaya. Sekalipun sedang jengah. Sekalipun semesta belum juga berpindah arah.

Yogyakarta,

Ditulis ditengah-tengah penantian yang panjang.

Journal of Twenty Two Life: Siklus Kehidupan: Tentang Sebuah Kematian

Apa yang kalian pikirkan pertama kali jika mendengar kata “kematian”? Sebuah tangisan? Ketakutan? Kesedihan? Atau kehilangan?

Maka aku memilih untuk menyebutnya sebuah kegelapan.

Jika kalian cukup mengulik jauh blog ini, maka kalian akan menemukan banyak luka yang menguar. Luka tentang kematian dan kehilangan, luka yang bertahun-tahun selalu kucoba untuk disembuhkan. Maka setelah sekian lama aku tidak membicarakannya, malam ini, entah mengapa aku ingin kembali bergumul dengannya.

Aku tahu, kematian memang sesuatu yang pasti. Pun dengan yang namanya kehilangan. Dengan gamblang, Sapardi Djoko Damono bahkan mengungkapkan bahwa ketakutan terhadap kematian dan kelahiran merupakan hal yang sangat wajar, yang sama sekali tidak bisa dipahami namun pasti akan terjadi. Aku bukan seorang filsuf yang menurut Sapardi sudah cukup akrab dengan pembahasan tentang tiga serangkai yang pelik nan muskyil yaitu: lahir, hidup, mati.
Pun, aku bukan sastrawan layaknya Amir Hamzah yang mampu menghidupkan keambiguan antara ketakutan dan kesiapan terhadap sebuah kematian. Syairku belum mampu menandingi sajak "Karikatur Orang Kedinginan". Aku hanyalah aku, seorang gadis yang mencoba berobat dengan rentetan kata, yang rajin ia susun agar lupa rasanya sakit karena luka.

Aku sempat mengira bahwa kematian yang lalu-lalu sudah cukup mampu menegarkanku. Tapi nyatanya tidak. Kuakui aku masih takut bertatap muka dengannya.

Akhir-akhir ini, entah mengapa bayangan salah seorang terpenting di hidupku terus berkelebat. Frekuensinya semakin hari semakin hebat. Membuatku tidak tenang dan semakin diliputi oleh rasa ketakutan. Kemudian aku tersadar, bahwa sekeras apapun kusamarkan, ‘ia’ memang tidak berkendak untuk pergi seutuhnya. Lantas ketika bayang-bayang kematian kembali muncul, aku jadi kelimpungan dan semakin tidak karuan.

Teruntuk, hati yang belum pulih seutuhnya. Kau masih mau berjuang untuk menyembuhkannya, bukan? 

Yogyakarta, 2 Juni 2018

Ditulis ketika semakin takut untuk kehilangan Eyang Putri.

Journal of Twenty Two Life: I Love The Time When I'm on The Train

I love the time when I'm on the train

Look at the window and see the sky,

trees,

mountain,

field,

river,

road,

building,

car,

motorcycle,

bike,

bus,

truck,

container,

and peoples.

I love the time when I'm on the train

Look at the sun come down,

bring the blue color,

then paint it with yellow, 

change it to orange,

then red,

then turn into black,

and suddenly become night.

I love the time when I'm on the train 

Sitting on the seat and date my thoughts

Talking to my deep then thinking out loud

..............

"What I really wanna be?"

"Why this 22 life is so scary?"

Behind window's train. On my way to Yogyakarta.

12th May 2018.

Journal of Twenty Two Life : Prolog

Ketika tulisan ini berhasil diposting, itu tandanya aku menang. Aku sudah berhasil menyisihkan sedikit ruang hatiku untuk berbincang, untuk sekedar berhenti sejenak dan bersyukur. Untuk bertemu dan berdialog lebih dalam dengan “aku”, sebuah jiwa yang sedang berpendar ditengah kesemuan yang fana.

Tulisan-tulisan yang selanjutnya akan kusatukan dalam seri “Journal of Twenty Two Life”, sebuah tulisan sederhana yang ingin kusimpan baik dalam blog ini. Tunggu sebentar, ini tidak akan menjadi sebuah tulisan ataupun jurnal motivasi. Aku hanya ingin menulis dan mengajak jiwa-jiwa yang sedang dirundung kesemuan untuk berdialog dengan dirinya sendiri. Untuk menemukan apa yang sebenarnya ingin ia cari, untuk memahami apa yang seharusnya dimengerti.

Jangan berfikir aku sudah menemukan “aku”. Justru alasan utamaku “menghidupkan” jurnal ini agar bertemu dengannya. Bertemu dengan “aku” yang utuh, yang mengenal dirinya siapa, yang tahu maunya apa, dan yakin tujuannya ingin kemana.

Aku tahu ini bukan tugas yang mudah. Mendidik seorang “aku” menjadi “nahkoda” di laut lepas bukan perkara sepele. Ia belum mahir mengendalikan arah angin, belum mengerti caranya menghalau ombak, pun memperbaiki kapal kalau-kalau suatu saat menabrak batu karang. Terlebih si “aku” sedang menginjak angka dua puluh dua. 

Orang bilang, ketika seorang “aku” sudah menginjak angka dua puluh dua, maka “kacamata”nya akan seketika naik pangkat. Apa yang dilihatnya bukan hanya tentang warna pelangi yang indah. Mungkin ia akan melihat berbagai macam warna yang belum pernah ditemui sebelumnya. Bisa jadi ia akan bertemu dengan warna-warna yang terlihat semu, suram atau pudar. Bisa juga ia akan bertemu dengan aneka warna yang merona, merekah dan juga berani. Maka, tertanggal prolog jurnal ini diposting, semoga si “aku” tidak akan lalai untuk membingkai setiap perjalanan dalam“ekspedisi”nya.  Selamat malam, sampai jumpa di jurnal berikutnya!

Life isn't always lovely, but it's a beautiful ride

Hai, I know it's already 2018, but how your 2017? 

What your best companion?

Your best healer?

This post probably gonna be so cliche, but yeah, if you curious about my 2017's life, enjoy.

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"we don’t grow when things are easy, we grow when we face challenges."

Hai, do you know that every year couldn't be so lovely and successful year? I know,
I know it for sure, so do my 2017.
I fought for so many rain, and couldn't see the rainbow yet. 
Ya, struggle is not a joke, sometimes it's drive me crazy.

In the end of 2016, I resigned from my 2 UKM (Safel, Magenta Radio) and volunteer activities that I really love. For 2 years since 2014, I gave my time to them. I got so many events, meetings, GR, and so many hectic stuff with them. Even on weekend, I often have kind of A, B, or C things to attend. It was both tired and excited at the same time. Sometimes I got stressed but also got a lot of happiness. Through this UKM and volunteer activities, I got everything that always I dreaming for long time. 

If you read my "Unanswered Prayer" that I post at this blog in 2014, you probably know why I run away from my academic life and choose to trapped in the middle of outside class's activities.

Ya, because I used to hate my own path. So I decide to run away. And I think outside class's activities were my real path. I learn about Cross Culture Understanding, about foreign language, about making project and event, about marketing stuff, about being Radio announcer, being MC, doing live reportage, doing interview, and so many things. More than that, I found new family and friends that I could rely on, that I could trust to discover and learn something new together. We discuss, we fought, we cried, and we laugh in so many things. You know? Because of them I'm alive. I fall for them, till I forget that I still have another important thing to be done. And that was, my academic life.

I'm not an IPK girl, seriously. I don't even often check my siakad. It's because I don't care, and I realized I'm not "top student" in my class. So that's why I run away from the class. I tried to join Safel and Magenta, I start apply for so many things, and I start to join some volunteer activities outside University. Because I know there's nothing that I could do with my academic life. Because I know I'm not smart enough to bet top students in my class and because I realized, I couldn't do nothing. If I couldn't do A, so I should try B, C, until there isn't alphabet anymore in the world.

Until someday I realized, I couldn't be so egoist. I know I couldn't run away forever. My Mama need my academic report. I know she hesitate to asked my IPK since 2014 because she know I'm in pain. But I couldn't do this any longer. So that's why I promise to her to resigned from UKM and all of volunteer activities in the end of 2016 and start to do my academic life with all of my soul in 2017. 

Is it hard?

Yes, really hard.

I'm dying in a year.

I used to be hectic with a lot of activities, I used to meet a lot of peoples and hear many kind of "receh-but entertain" jokes. But suddenly I should being a girl who "not-so-me". What could I do were only went to campus, did assignments, back to Kos, then suddenly it's already morning, and I should do the same thing everyday. Sadly, I didn't see any significant progress yet from my effort. And it's drive me crazy. Seriously, I miss my old path back then. Everyday I told my self with thousand word of "If I could run away to my old path..."

Meanwhile,

I got a lot of friends through UKM and my volunteer activities, and I'm keep in touch with them on Social Media. They keep share their activities, and I saw it everyday. They do a lot of positive and useful things. Meanwhile, I just doing my academic life for my self, and I didn't see a good result yet.
Honestly, I'm jealous. I'm jealous with them who can do a lot of positive things to their self and other. I feel my 2017 path was not so me.

But, 

People keep asking me why I'm resigned, why I didn't join this event, why I didn't apply this project, why I didn't join this volunteer activity. And it's killing me for sure. 

Would they understand my answer?

If I try to tell them, would they hear my super long reason?

And, even if they said yes, I realized, I'll be the one who couldn't tell them. Because once I start to tell them the reason, I probably couldn't hold my tears. And I don't wanna show my tears to them.

Ya, that's the art of struggle. Being strong in struggle is hard, isn't? But, you never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have, right??

So that's why I try to looking for a best companion and healer. 

Do you know what is that?

That were "library" and "books".

I dunno how much I should say thanks to "library" and "books" that being both my best companion and healer whenever I feel so desperate. 

You know? every time I ran to library, walking in each row, pick up some books, turn the page and fall into them, it's kinda peaceful time. Suddenly, library and book being my favorite place to escape. It's warm, it's safe, it's peaceful. ❤

In that place, through library and book, I tried to make a peace with my own self. It's such long journey. But it's amazing. Finally, I realized, there's nothing to do with regret. If it already happen, just let it be. Saying "If I could run away to my old path" will not changes the fate. What you can do is only making a new goal, making a new dream, and fight for them without complaining until your last breath. Because "as you waste your breath complaining about life, someone out there is probably breathing their last breath and appreciate what you have."

Look, struggle is not easy right?
But that's okay, because,

"Struggles make you stronger, the changes make you wiser and happiness has its own way of taking its sweet time. Life isn't always lovely, but it's a beautiful ride." ❤ -Allan Garry

So, how about you?

Did you feel your 2017 was not lovely than before?? 

Do you have your best companion and healer to heal your pain?

Let me know, I'll glad to hear your story :)

Pain

She is in pain.

She already told her self thousand times to didn't cross the line.

But she swallow her own word.

She walked too far,

and she trapped

and she couldn't move

and she don't know how to comeback home.

That's why she keep trying to running,

As far as she could pass,

as strong as she could stand.

But sadly,

She realize that her choice was the worst choice that she ever did 

But sadly (again),

She don't know what to do,

except enjoy her own rain,

while she waiting the rainbow come.

probably it will come tomorrow, 

next week, 

next year 

a year after next year

or even it wouldn't come forever.