For all of the feelings I refuse to deny, and all of the memories I refuse to forget.
Banyak orang bersikap sok cool dan sok cuek. Seolah mereka tak merasa dan tak perduli. Seolah mereka tak butuh. Tapi kamu berbeda, dan aku menyukainya.
Aku suka caramu yang selalu berjalan lurus ke arahku, tak perduli siapapun lainnya yg ada di sana, seolah matamu hanya memandangku.
If I have a son, I will hug and kisses him a lot. It will be harder to hug and kiss him once he grows up, yet he will need to remember those warm hugs and deep love to be a great man.
I will tell the stories of great thinkers, inventors, heroes, and unsung heroes of all times. I will challenge him to finish the books and making radios. I will let him
I met this middle aged Japanese lady back in the 2007 at Bali Fashion Week. It was a short conversation but it was also a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
She was a professional photographer. She dragged a trolley bag full of those big, long, and heavy lenses everywhere. With such a small body and one leg troubled, I couldn’t helped but wondered, where did her strength came from.
Fashion week is always a battlefield for every fashion reporters and especially fashion photographers and videographers. Not only to
No. Things will never be the same. You will have that hole for a lifetime. Nothing will ever replace the existance that lost. Things will become harder and harder. You will recall that name each morning right after you open your eyes. And whisper that name each night before you fall asleep. E-ve-ry-day. Until God knows when. You’ll cry. Or laugh blatantly. It will hurt. You’ll never stop asking ‘why?’, no matter how hard you tried to silence the mind. There will be times when you have no other choice but to smile and say “It’s okay.”, and repeat it over and over again to yourself, until you believe, that it is okay to feel that way. It is okay to live a life that no one could really understand. And you accept that it is the new normal. And you just do whatever you have to do. You dragged your heart and you keep alive. It is okay. Take a deep breath, you are okay. hugs
I’m waiting for the day, when we could love and care towards each other deeply, with all the limitations and situations that we have, and be happy for what we have, be happy for each of us, even when it means, we don’t belong to each other the way we expected.
If you have to love me, please at least make it as a reason for you to be better and stronger. Show me how far could this love changed you. Show me how irreplaceable this love is.
We have become so addicted to happiness that we can’t stand the sadness, loneliness, and pain, to the point where we eliminate most of our emotions and delete our sad or bad memories, wishing that the happiness will be back and stays longer.
Little that we realize, the opposite of happiness is neither sadness, loneliness, nor pain. It is nothingness.
“How funny, when we were kids we cant even stand coffee. We thought, how come adults could enjoy such a bitter thing like that? But when we’re adults, somehow we can understand the beauty of it. It’s like the older you get, you manage to endure bitter things more than when we were kids.
Things get bitter and bitter that sandy, black, disgusting a cup of coffee that we hated so much when we were kids, becomes something much more pleasurable now compares to what we have to endure in the real life.”
“Well I think everything’s predestined. I believe in the idea of the grand architect.
I do believe in science, I love science. but I just cant accept the idea that everything that happens in the universe are just a big coincidences.
That earth happens to be placed that precisely far from the sun and yet not that far so that it can nurture living organism to grow.
That somehow after 4 fatal catastrophes that wipes out the majority of the planet and yet animals could stay survive and evolves.
That some line of words that was typed into this random message could attract me and you to meet again.
Coincidence are such a lame excuse to deny that there’s something invisible that moves us around. Something that we may never understand but it’s there.”
There is creativity in insanity. There is a touch of madness in every geniuses’ mind. There is a touch of rebellion in every artists and artisans’ soul. There is a touch of imperfections in every masterpieces.
As Socrates declared, “If a man comes to the door of poetry