Adakah?

Aku tak meminta waktu berputar kembali
Yang aku mau kesempatan yang mungkin datang lagi

Aku tak memohon tuk mengulang cerita yang lalu
Yang aku inginkan adalah memulai kisah baru

Adakah aku meminta banyak?



*untuknya disana

Dalam dekapan hangat

Senja sudah datang untuknya
Dia pun menghilang dari pandangan dan rengkuhanmu
Dan kini ibu pertiwi telah memeluk erat kekasihmu
Kekosongan di sisimu dan kehampaan dihatimu tak lagi terelakkan
Namun jangan kau cemas kemana ia pergi
Sesungguhnya dia pulang ke pelabuhan sejati
Disana yang tercinta sudah berlabuh dengan tenang,
ke dalam dekapan hangat Sang Pemilik Cinta




In loving memory of Dilla (At Nini's Birthday, 2004)


*Untuk sepupuku yang tengah kehilangan kekasih. Selamat jalan Dilla...

Pesan singkat untukmu

Sempatkah kamu lihat langit pagi tadi?
Aku lukiskan pesan untukmu disana

Jangan kau cari rangkaian kata-kata
Sebab gugusan kerinduan ini,
terlalu pekat untuk dituang ke dalam aksara



*'Terinspirasi' kala iman sedang tergoda (du du du du...)

Love isn't something you feel

Buat yang suka keki sama banci complain (seperti saya), sering terserang demam suntuk (seperti saya juga), atau selalu pelit ngasih tips ke pelayan (kalo yang ini bukan seperti saya pastinya heuheuheu...), rasanya patut membaca tulisan Roy. H. Williams, penulis Monday Morning Memo from Wizard of Ads, dibawah ini. Enjoy!

magnolia


Unhappy People

Have you ever noticed how unhappy people always want to share their unhappiness with you? It may come in the form of a whine, a complaint, a rant, or sanctimonious "constructive criticism," but come it most certainly will.

The thing to remember when an unhappy person begins spraying unhappiness is this: It's not really about you. It's about them. And the wounds they carry. So try not to internalize it.

Do you remember the Jewish father played by Roberto Benigni in Life is Beautiful? He illustrated the idea that happiness can be chosen in spite of unhappy circumstances; you are not a product of your environment. You are a product of your choices.

Even weirder than unhappy people wanting to share their unhappiness with you is the fact that happy people generally keep their happiness to themselves. Why are we like this?

I have a theory about leaving tips on tables at restaurants: the size of the tip isn't really an expression of your judgment regarding the quality of service you've received. It's an expression of your generosity, the bigness of your heart. It's not really about the waiter or waitress. It's about you.

This idea can be especially fun when you receive truly abominable service. That's when you can leave a tip that's totally over the top and then smile all the way to your car as you contemplate all the different ways the story might end:
1. The waiter, recognizing the tip as a gesture of love, pulls himself together and has a much-improved day, giving everyone exceptional service. Your ray of sunshine touches 276 lives before it fades into the memory of yesterday.

2. The waiter, misinterpreting the tip as proof that it doesn't really matter whether or not he does a good job, continues his slacker attitude and reaps the life of mediocrity he deserves. But sometimes, late at night, he is haunted by the memory of the strange day he received a 20 dollar tip for serving a 7 dollar sandwich. What was that all about?

3. The waiter, shamed by the monster tip he knows he didn't deserve, assumes it must have been meant for the cook. Your gift has now triggered a crisis of conscience. Will the waiter pass the tip along to the cook and grow as a human being? Or will he "steal" it and forever know himself to be a thief?

4. The waiter, desperately needing the extra cash, accepts the tip as a gift from God. Congratulations, you are now an angel, God's messenger, a finger of His divine hand.

5. The waiter, truly stupid, believes he deserves the tip and pockets it with bravado. Let him have his sad moment of glory. There won't be many like it in his life.

The bottom line is this: People need love. Especially when they do not deserve it. And in the words of Iome Sylvarresta, "Love isn't something you feel. It's something you give."

Do something good today for a person who has done nothing to deserve it. Better yet, do something good for someone you don't even like.

I promise you'll have a better day.

Roy H. Williams


*Taken from Monday Morning Memo, Wizard of Ads, June 13th, 2005

Hidup yang semestinya

Kata mereka, sel-sel ganas sedang menggerogotinya. Kata mereka, sel-sel ganas akan melumpuhkan organ utama tubuhnya. Kata mereka, sel-sel ganas tak mampu lagi dibendung teknologi. Kata mereka, sel-sel ganas telah menjalar kemana-mana. Kata mereka, ada sel-sel ganas dimana-mana.

Aku melihat, dibalik mata redup itu masih ada semangat. Aku merasakan, di dalam tubuh yang sedang payah itu masih ada semangat. Aku mendengar, disela-sela suara yang melemah itu masih ada semangat. Aku menangkap, diantara berita yang menggetirkan itu masih ada semangat. Ada semangat dimana-mana.

Mereka boleh memvonisnya. Dan dia berhak mencintai hidupnya.
Mereka berhak angkat tangan. Dan dia boleh nyalakan semangat.
Mereka bisa melempar keputusasaan. Dan dia bisa menuai harapan.

Jika pengetahuan yang mereka bicarakan. Maka kecintaan lah yang dia uraikan.

Dia paparkan bagaimana hidup sepatutnya dicintai. Dia ungkapkan bagaimana hidup seharusnya diperjuangkan. Dia terangkan bagaimana hidup tak sewajarnya menyerah. Dia tuangkan bagaimana hidup bersama orang terkasih adalah anugerah. Dia ajarkan bagaimana hidup yang semestinya.

Kepada sang waktu, jangan kau lebamkan cinta itu, jangan kau lupakan semangat itu, jangan alihkan harapan itu. Dia atau kami pasti kembali. Lambat atau nanti. Satu yang pasti, cinta itu, semangat itu, harapan itu, kan tetap disini, di relung hati dia dan kami.



*Untuk seorang kerabat tercinta, dan kami yang mencintainya, yang sedang berjuang melawan penyakit.