just a short article 2

I’m so tired of being tired. I’m so sick of days just not going my way. I’m so over feeling lost in a world full of Maps that can’t take me where i need to be taken. I was born an escapist, but even i can’t escape this, there are feelings inside of me that serve No purpose other than to eat me alive, RIP my soul to shreds. The days drag on, and they drag me along with them. I have No use for calendars or days of the week; they slip my mind the way I’ve seemed to slip out of so many other peoples’ minds. But i’m still here. I’m still breathing. Maybe, that means there’s reason for it. Maybe, just maybe, that means my someday is almost here - right around the corner waiting for me to wake up one morning to find that everything has changed.

daun yang jatuh tak pernah membenci angin

Daun yang jatuh tak pernah membenci angin, dia membiarkan dirinya jatuh begitu saja. Tak melawan, mengikhlaskan semuanya.

Bahwa hidup harus menerima, penerimaan yang indah. Bahwa hidup harus mengerti, pengertian yang benar. Bahwa hidup harus memahami, pemahaman yang tulus.

Tak peduli lewat apa penerimaan, pengertian, pemahaman itu datang. Tak masalah meski lewat kejadian yang sedih dan menyakitkan. Biarkan dia jatuh sebagaimana mestinya. Biarkan angin merengkuhnya, membawa pergi entah kemana.