My Heart is Afraid to Suffer

Seringkali, banyak yang ingin diceritakan justru menghasilkan tak satu pun cerita. Setidaknya itu terjadi pada seorang saya, berkali-kali, dan terkadang memang menyebalkan, seperti sekarang.

Tapi ya sudahlah ya, dinikmati saja. Dan untuk postingan kali ini, saya hanya ingin menuliskan kembali, salah satu penggalan dalam buku the Alchemist yang saya ambil dari sini. Membacanya kembali membuat saya ‘nyengir’ berulang kali, malu hati ceritanya, karena masih saja merasa takut-kecewa-gagal-sedih-sakit hati bla bla bla. Padahal itu mah cuma perasaan saja, yang memang selalu lebay berlebihan.

Ah, kebanyakan basa basi, maafkan ya temans Sok silahkan dinikmati saja tulisannya om Coelho ini

“Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.

“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”

“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”

“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”

“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”

“That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”

“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”

“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. ”

“You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”

“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.

“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”

Got the point on the bold one?  Have a brave life then, Pals ^^

 

Bosan

Beberapa hari ini saya merasa bosan. Bosan ngantor, bosan baca buku, bosan masak, bosan ngeblog, bosan nulis, bosan mendengarkan teman-teman curhat, bosan sama si bos, bosan dengan deadline ini itu, bosan dengan kemacetan pergi pulang kantor, bosan dengan program TV, dan sebagainya dan seterusnya. Bosan lah pokonya mah.

Apapun hal baru yang saya coba lakukan untuk mengusir kebosanan itu -memasak menu baru, hunting salon baru *ups*, membaca karya penulis yang belum pernah saya baca sebelumnya, bahkan membeli henpun baru #eh?- rupanya belum mampu mengusir si rasa bosan.

Hingga saya membaca (kembali) postingan om Coelho di sini, mari saya ketik ulang di sini ya.

As soon as he died, Juan found himself in a gorgeous place, surounded by all the comfort and beauty he had dreamed of.

A fellow dressed in white approached him and said, “You have the right to have whatever you want; any food, pleasure or amusement.”

Charmed, Juan did everything he dreamed of doing during his life. After many years of pleasures, he sought the fellow in white and asked, “I have already experienced everything I wanted. Now I need to work in order to feel useful.”

“I am sorry,” said the fellow in white, “but that is the only thing I am unable to give you. There is no work here.”

“How terrible,” Juan said annoyed, “I will spend eternity dying of boredom! I’d much rather be in hell!”

The man in white approached him and said in a low voice:

“And where do you think you are?”

Dezigh, mantabh Gan hehehe. Malu ah, saya ngumpet dulu  ya temans. Psst…doakan saya bisa lebih bersyukur ya (termasuk mensyukuri diberi perasaan bosan)

Have a great Tuesday, Pals

Tomatoes and Melons

Ada yang suka Tomat dan Melon, tidak?

Yup, ini adalah 15 Sec Readingnya Paulo Coelho (lagi). Kenapa ingin saya tulisan itu tercatat juga di sini? Adalah untuk pengingat diri saya sendiri, untuk tidak apa-apa jika sesekali saya merasa sangat ‘manusia’, yang tidak harus selalu kuat, yang boleh mengabaikan apa yang dipikirkan orang lain, yang kadang ingin menangis.

Semoga sahabat bisa juga mengambil sesuatu darinya ya

If tomatoes wanted to be melons,
they would look completely ridiculous.

I am always amazed
that so many people are concerned
with wanting to be what they are not;
what’s the point of making yourself look ridiculous?

You don’t always have to pretend to be strong,
there’s no need to prove all the time that everything is going well,
you shouldn’t be concerned about what other people are thinking,
cry if you need to,

it’s good to cry out all your tears
(because only then will you be able to smile again).

Have a wonderful Tuesday Pals

Bising

Yup. Kurang lebih itulah kata yang bisa mewakili kondisi saya saat ini. Beberapa hari terakhir, urusan dunia nyata betul-betul membuat saya merasa ‘penuh’, hiruk pikuk, crowded, kalau kata urang Sunda mah pabalieut he he.

Kondisi dimana berbagai masalah dengan kompaknya menghampiri, padahal di saat yang kurang lebih sama ada beberapa hal yang -seharusnya- saya kerjakan dengan penuh konsentrasi. Akibatnya? Saya tidak bisa fokus, karena saat melakukan A, kepala (dan otak saya) berteriak “Hey…ini B-nya harus dipikirkan lhoooo”, tapi kemudian suara yang lain pun tak mau kalah berseru “Riiiiin, ini si masalah C beresin duluuuuu”. Juga, sering sekali merasa khawatir, padahal khawatir berlebihan tidak akan merubah apapun, bukan? Aarrrggghhhh… teu pararuguh >_<

Ups, maafkan ke-bising-an saya dengan prolog yang sangat kental dengan aura curcol itu ya temans .

Tapi ke-bising-an yang saya rasakan itu justru membuat saya bersyukur, bahwa setidaknya saya masih dipercaya Tuhan untuk mencoba menyelesaikan ujian-ujianNYA yang akan memuliakan saya, bahwa saya sedang bertumbuh dan mudah-mudahan segera naik kelas, bahwa saya masih dianugerahi telinga untuk mendengar. Alhamdulillah yah (nggaaaaaa, ngga pake ‘sesuatu banget’ kok ).

Postingan ini terinspirasi (dan akhirnya terpublish )saat saya kembali membaca pengingat indah dari Om Coelho yang dikutip dari tulisan Kahlil Gibran ini. Semoga bisa juga menginspirasi sahabat untuk tetap dan selalu bersyukur ya. Aamiin.

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A blind man was begging on the road  to Mecca, when a pious Moslem came over and asked whether the people were giving generously – as the Al Qur’an commands. The man showed him his little tin, which was almost empty. The traveler said :

“Let me write something on the card around your neck.”

Hours later, the traveler returned. The beggar was surprised, for he had received a large amount of money.

“What did you write on the card?” He asked.

“All I wrote was : Today is a beautiful spring day, the sun is shining, and I am blind.”

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Wish you have a blessed Tuesday, Pals

Certainty and Doubt

Just found an interesting post of Paulo Coelho (as always ).

Hope you love it too, Pals

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Buddha was gathered together with his disciples one morning, when a man came up to him:
‘Does God exist?’ he asked.
‘He does,’ replied Buddha.
After lunch, another man came up to him.
Does God exist?’ he asked.
‘No, he doesn’t,’ said Buddha.
Later that afternoon, a third man asked the same question: ‘Does God exist?’
‘That’s for you to decide,’ replied Buddha.

As soon as the man had gone, one of his disciples remarked angrily:
‘But that’s absurd, Master! How can you possibly give such different answers to the same question?’
‘Because they are all different people, and each one of them will reach God by his own path. The first man will believe what I say. The second will do everything he can to prove me wrong. The third will only believe in what he is allowed to choose for himself.’

Chocolate

Dear Pals,

I have been soooo busy recently, I do really apologize for not replying your comments yet (halah..).

Maafkan yaa… *wink…wink…*

Just want to share another “10 sec reading” of Paulo Coelho‘s. For me, it’s a sweet post

Hope you enjoy it as well.

Two boys used to go to school together.

One of them had a bad habit of stealing the chocolates from his friend’s bag.

One day he felt guilty about what he was doing… So he wrote a letter as he didn’t have the courage to confess directly.   “I have been stealing your chocolates… I’m sorry for that….”

The other friend smiled reading it, and sent a letter back :

“Don’t worry. I know about it… That’s why I keep chocolates in the same place in my bag…”

Happy Friday, Pals

Part of The Ocean

Just another post  from Paulo Coelho.

Hope you like it as I do, Pals

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There was once a wave in the ocean, rolling along, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the swiftness of the breeze. It smiled at everything around it as it made its way toward the shore.

But then, it suddenly noticed that the waves in front of it, one by one, were striking against the cliff face, being savagely broken to pieces.

‘Oh God!’ it cried. ‘My end will be just like theirs. Soon I, too, will crash and disappear!’

Just then another wave passing by saw the first wave’s panic and asked : ‘Why are you so anxious? Look how beautiful the weather is, see the sun, feel the breeze…’

The first wave replied: ‘Don’t you see? See how violently those waves before us strike againts the cliff, look at the terrible way they disappear. We’ll soon become nothing just like them.’

‘Oh, but you don’t understand,’ the second wave said. ‘You’re not a wave. You’re a part of the ocean.’

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So, you are not only a wave, you are a part of the ocean. Be proud!

Who still wants this bill?

Cassan Said Amer tells a story about a lecturer who began a seminar holding up a one dollar bill, and asking:

- Who wants this dollar bill?

Several hands went up, but the lecturer said:

- Before handing it over, there’s something I must do.

He furiously crushed it, and asked again:

- Who still wants this bill?

The hands continued raised.

- And what if I do this?

He threw it against the wall, letting it fall to the floor, kicked it, stamped in it and again held up the bill – all dirty and crumpled. He repeated the question, and the hands continued to be held high.

- You mustn’t ever forget this scene – said the lecturer. – No matter what I do with this money, it’ll still be a one dollar bill.

“Many times in our lives, we are crushed, stamped on, kicked, maltreated, offended; however, in spite of this, we are still worth the same.”

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Another nice story at http://paulocoelhoblog.com

Yang paling saya suka adalah statement terakhir, “many times in our lives, we are crushed, stamped on, kicked, maltreated, offended; however, in spite of this, we are still worth the same”, indah ya. Mengingatkan kita -Anda dan saya- untuk selalu bersyukur menjadi ‘diri’ kita yang berharga, walaupun apapun.

Semangaaaattt…

2010 : Closing Cycle

Maafkan saya. Kembali, saya ingin menampilkan tulisan lain dari Paulo Coelho di blognya www.paulocoelhoblog.com

Seminggu lebih tidak berkunjung ke blog-nya, banyak tulisan-tulisan beliau yang ‘terlewat’ saya baca. Salah dua-nya yang paling berkesan sudah dan akan saya tampilkan disini. “Stop being you were, and change into who you are”-nya cocok sekali dengan ‘kegiatan’ introspeksi diri saya, untuk menjadi pribadi yang jauh lebih baik. Untuk mengikhlaskan yang telah terjadi, untuk merelakan yang pergi tak termiliki, untuk menerima semua yang sudah berlalu.

Semoga terinspirasi

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One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters ‐ whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.

You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister.
Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.

That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.

Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts ‐ and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.

Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.

Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”

Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.
Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person ‐ nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need.
This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.

Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.

Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

 

Bintang

“We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle.”

Marilyn Monroe

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Saat membaca quote ini, saya jadi teringat zaman SD dulu, ada sebuah periode dimana kami sangat sangat suka bermain sepeda. Sepulang sekolah, atau sore-sore sebelum maghrib datang, atau menyengajakan diri bersepeda ria di akhir pekan. Saat itu, ada reorang teman yang tidak suka jika saya ikut rombongan. Dan saat saya tetap memaksa ikut, beliau selalu bersepeda mendahului saya, atau jauh di belakang saya, pokonya tidak mau dekat-dekat saya. Padahal, hubungan kami -di luar masalah persepedaan ini- cukup baik, sehingga saya tidak mengerti kenapa beliau bersikap demikian jika menyangkut hobby kami bersepeda.

Hingga suatu hari, saya pun bisa mengerti kenapa beliau tidak suka bersepeda bersama saya. Saat itu rombongan kami melewati segerombolan anak lelaki sepantaran kami yang sedang ‘nongkrong-nongkrong’. Seperti abege-abege pada umumnya, ramai lah para lelaki muda itu menggoda rombongan kami -yang memang perempuan semua- itu. Dan entah bagaimana prosesi goda-menggoda itu kemudian mengerucut hanya pada saya, mereka berteriak iseng “yang baju merah namanya siapa sih?” bla…bla…bla… dan sebagainya dan seterusnya, dengan saya sebagai ‘objek’nya. Lantas teman saya ini pun berkomentar spontan “tuh kan, kalo ada si Rinrin cuma dia aja tuh yang digodain”.

ha ha ha ha…. lucu sekali mengenangnya

Saya tidak tahu kenapa dan bagaimana teman SD saya itu bisa merasa iri atau jealous -kalau boleh saya menganggapnya demikian- terhadap saya, karena rasanya saya tidak pernah merasa demikian terhadap orang lain. Saya tidak pernah merasa ‘paling’ cantik, ‘paling’ pintar, ‘paling baik’ dan ‘paling-paling’ lainnya diantara teman-teman atau lingkungan saya. Tapi terkadang ‘label’ itu entah kenapa seringkali menempel pada saya. Bahwa saya-lah “bintang”nya, saya lah yang “paling”, saya lah yang “bersinar”.  Alhamdulillah, saya selalu mensyukurinya -terlepas benar atau tidaknya label itu-, dan selalu berusaha untuk tidak menjadikan diri ini sombong bin takabur bin tinggi hati karenanya.

Tapi yang ingin saya garis bawahi adalah -merujuk pada statement Marylin Monroe diatas- bukankah setiap diri kita adalah bintang? yang sangat berhak untuk selalu bersinar? Jadi tidak perlu merasa ‘silau’ dengan sinar tetangga kita kan? Karena kita semua adalah bintang