[698 words. In tandem with Don’t Take Things Personally.]
The most redeeming trait a person can have adalah keinginannya untuk belajar.
Doesn’t matter asal-usul sosio-ekonominya maupun karunia fisiknya, jika mereka ga punya keinginan untuk belajar, mereka hanya akan add up to the number of orang-orang sok tau dan self-righteous, yang pemikirannya sempit dan sulit menerima pendapat orang lain (it’s time to cull the numbers).
Sadly for them, they are at greatest odds of being stagnant and not fully developed, let alone self-actualizing; ini karena mereka kurang bisa dengan cantik nge-handle…
Shoutout buat Aloysius Gonzaga a.k.a. Abang Pempie, atas inspirasinya buat tulisan ini! God watches over you, wherever you are now.
Kehilangan itu emang ga enak ya? Kejadiannya, selain tanpa setau atau persetujuan kita, umumnya pun dadakan. Jarang bisa diprediksi kapannya. Dan ini dialamin oleh semua orang, tanpa terkecuali.
The first thing that comes to mind, kalo orang ngebahas tentang kehilangan itu adalah pencuri. Jadi, kalo definisi kehilangan itu adalah things that are taken away from us, maka by definition yang sama, setiap orang adalah pencuri. Kok? Karena setiap orang itu ngambil sesuatu dari yang lain. Ini akan berarti juga kalo Tuhan itu pun pencuri, karena Tuhan pun juga ngambil sesuatu dari kita.
An ex-lover of mine (God bless her heart), once rated me an absolute 11 for egotistical tendencies, on a scale of 1 to 10. Hard to admit at first, but she was right. Sadly, it took me so long to realize it. Mainly because I took it very personally, and I took it hard. But I was just a stupid kid back then. I didn’t know anything about life. I was blind, but now I see.
Ego. We all have it in us. It’s the one giving us delusions of grandeur. It’s behind every innocent display of inflated sense of self-importance. It gives a false sense of pride. Bruised ego makes people refuse the idea that they might not be right. They can hardly stand being corrected. They become defensive or embittered over criticisms and suggestions hurled at them. Which is quite unfortunate, because those are, by and large, exactly what a person would need to hear to evolve as a better person.
Ah, look at all the lonely people. All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? The famous hook from The Beatles’ hit “Eleanor Rigby”, I must say, sparks interesting questions on the ever-elusive subject: Loneliness. Where do lonely people come from? Where do they all belong?
Loneliness. Sucks. So. Hard. It stings. I believe it’s a dreaded road that everyone must’ve traveled at least once in their lives. There’s a reason why everybody seems to try their best to avoid it. Nobody seems to miss it. Yet it happens, time and time again. And when it does, it weighs us down and floods our minds with unsettling thoughts.
So, what is it then? It was until I stumbled upon the essay of the seventeenth English author, Abraham Cowley, “On Solitude”, did it dawn on me the answer, along with what could be the most alienating words a man could’ve ever said…