ray (of hope)

 

this time she
got the courage to
finally look above
and find the light
starts seeping through
the cracks for once

it is as if
she forgets the raging gloom
that took over her sky
as often as not
and the fact that
she were suffering
a little bit too much

Mungkin beberapa hal memang diciptakan untuk selalu dipertanyakan.
Seperti,
ke mana kontemplasi pada waktu tengah malam ini akan bermuara?
Lamunan yang berujung pada mempertanyakan eksistensi?
Semuanya.
Mengapa se-monoton ini? Waktu-waktu di mana hidup berlalu begitu saja, seperti semestinya yang kita tahu.
Standardisasi yang konstan.
Keinginan untuk sejenak berhenti mengada.
Suara-suara dalam kepala, tentang segala pertanyaan dan jawaban yang tak kunjung temu, tentang hidup dan segala yang semu;
apa yang sebenarnya kita cari?
Setelah semua tapak tilas, langkah yang diambil, perjalanan yang ditempuh, peluh dan keluh, semangat dan upaya;
apakah kita benar-benar memiliki arah?
Apakah selalu perihal bersua dengan mimpi?
Setelah itu, apa lagi?
Keputusan-keputusan yang memisahkan hari ini dengan masa lalu, tepatkah?
Apa yang kita lakukan sekarang,
tepatkah?
Mungkin beberapa hal memang diciptakan seperti ini,
membingungkan.

JTN // 01:11 AM -
waktu rentan bingung

Does it ever cross your mind about how everything is temporary yet here we are, chasing the world for the sake of fleeting joy?

[Review] Reply 1988 (2015): Heart-warming Slice of Life Retro

Let's go back to the iconic era of baggy jeans, hair rollers, and walkman; where Seoul was becoming the host city of Olympic Games and happiness was meant to be able to spend time with the family, simply eating or watching television together. At least it was for the five families in Ssangmun-dong district. Back then in 1988, not everything was already made, but it was just more than enough for them to always have a place to come back to: family. You'll be drawn to love each one of them once you follow their stories and see how small moments in daily life do matter.

A Little Encouragement

This, I'm writing this not only to myself, but also to you, who feel dull. To you, who feel tired. To you, who feel like giving up. I want you to read this and finally feel what I try to convey. I want you to feel better afterwards, knowing words always have this kind of magic of healing, to finally remind you that you are not alone and you can't give up.

Have you ever feel like you're never enough? Like life has been doing unfair to you. Like everything just doesn't fall into the right places. Like you've tried so hard, all out, but got nothing in return. Like you just barely live, merely exist. You always try to convince myself that everything is going to be alright, that you don't need to push yourself too hard, to overthink unnecessary thoughts, to feel them unhealthy feelings all at once.