The Wings

Life turned out to be all about facing and solving challenges in every stage of it. Succeeding or solving one challenge doesn’t mean that we won’t face another one in the next stage. Even when we’re giving up and heading to a different direction. Cause, it is never a smooth and constant ground.

The good thing is if we learn enough, we’ll grow through it. We metamorphose.

And, to us all, the tired souls, the exhausted minds and aching bodies, maybe we just haven’t discovered the wings that grow on our back, haven’t realized how beautiful they are.

This may be the time to have a look on them.



I thought forgiving was easy.

It had been a sleepless night. I remember gazing through the white ceiling of my room that had gone dark. I was tired, but just couldn’t sleep. Myself reminded me of a baby who was drained of all her energy and yearned for a sleep but ended up only crying all night.

Wondered if day was a man, it might be so devastating to wake up with the reality that night wasn’t as long as it seemed to give him a damn rest. I either needed a rest, but this mind was too rapid to give me what I wanted. Of course, not that memory. I hated it winding up wallowing on this part of my head where I kept all those things ready to dispose. Things I should not have reached any more.

Hated it when it ended up like this.

Sometimes I thought I have forgiven some people, until time like this I realized that I kept remembering things. How I felt, how I’ve been treated, the pain and everything.

Maybe people are right (oh they’re always right). The wound heals, the scar remains.


Thought forgiving was that easy.


t o u g h

There are some people who are destined to have a tough life. That they grow up to become the one with tougher self. Tougher than anyone else. And, sometimes it turns out not becoming an option for them. They just can’t quit. They just have to deal with it. They just have to be tough. They just have to. Or… They’ll die giving up.


Thank you for crossing my path

My latest amateur work: flam on watercolor

Ada pepatah dalam bahasa Inggris yang mengatakan ini: We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason.”  Belakangan, pepatah tersebut mengawang di pikiran ini seolah menjadi jawaban dari sekelumit pertanyaan mengganjal yang kerap muncul di kepala. Tentang orang-orang yang saya kenal yang kadang tanpa diduga datang untuk meninggalkan kesan di hidup ini. Sebagian menorehkan pahit, sebagian membagi manisnya dan sebagian lainnya mencampuradukkan semua rasa yang berakhir begitu rumit untuk diterjemahkan ke dalam bahasa.

Betapa Tuhan menciptakan manusia lengkap dengan takdir dan perannya di dalam hidup setiap manusia lainnya. Bagai agen-agen khusus, tiap-tiap diri ini diutus untuk masuk atau sekadar melintas di kehidupan manusia lainnya. Dan, di setiap persinggungan antara satu dengan yang lainnya, pasti ada pihak yang mendapatkan makna dari pertemuan itu. Walau terkadang, butuh waktu yang cukup panjang untuk akhirnya dapat mengekstrak makna tersebut.

Saya kerap membayangkan tentang orang-orang yang saat ini sedang singgah di hidup saya. Kalau beberapa tahun sebelumnya, saya dan siapapun yang saat ini saya kenal secara personal hanya lah Continue reading