Siang tadi, tidak sengaja saya menemukan kembali foto berpuluh kilogram yang lalu di bawah ini.
Jalan kecil yang menjadi setting foto adalah jalanan menuju Kawah Putih, entah jalanan itu masih seperti itu sekarang atau tidak, karena foto ini diambil Mei 2009.
Postingan singkat, imbas dari membaca 20 sec readingnya Paulo Coelho berikut. Membuat saya berpikir, kapan ya terakhir kali saya ‘berprasangka baik’ seperti yang dilakukan sang lelaki tua dalam cerita? *merenung*.
Selagi saya berpikir-pikir, silahkan barangkali ada yang mau baca, saya copas-kan dari sumbernya langsung, maaf tidak diterjemahkan ya 🙂
An old man was selling toys at the market in Bagdad. His buyers, knowing he had weak sight, would sometimes pay him with fake coins.
The old man noticed the trick but didn’t say anything.
In his prayers he asked God to forgive those who had tricked him.‘Perhaps they don’t have much money and want to buy gifts for their children,’ he would say to himself.
Time passed by and the man died.
Standing before the portal of Paradise, he prayed once again. ‘Lord,’ he said, ‘I am a sinner.‘I did many things wrong, I am no better than the fake coins I was given. Forgive me!’
On that moment the gate opened and a Voice said:
‘What should I forgive? How can I judge someone who has never judged anyone throughout his life?
Selamat hari kamis temans 😉
Setelah edisi curhat di postingan sebelumnya -yang ga penting ituh- izinkan kali ini saya menuliskan kembali sebuah cerita yang pasti sudah pernah dibaca entah kapan atau di mana oleh temans semua. Menurut saya tulisan ini bagus, pesan yang tersimpan di dalamnya sanggup menyentil, setidaknya begitu yang saya rasakan.
Sepertinya saya pernah membaca versi bahasa Indonesia-nya, tapi berhubung baru-baru ini saya membaca tulisan ini di blog-nya Paulo Coelho, tidak apa-apa pake bahasa londo saja ya, maaf tidak saya terjemahkan, karena terjemahan saya malah aneh setelah saya baca ulang hahahaha.
After four years of drought in the small north-east village, the priest gathered everyone for a pilgrimage up to the mountain; there they would do a collective prayer, asking for the rain to fall again.
In the group, the priest noticed a boy wearing a raincoat.
‘Are you crazy?’ he asked the boy.
‘It hasn’t rained in this region for five years and the heat from hiking up the mountain will kill you.’
The boy replied: ‘I have a cold, priest. If we are going to ask God for rain, can you imagine our return from the mountain? It will be a spate and I need to be prepared.’
At this moment, they heard a great roar coming from the sky and the first drops began to fall. It sufficed the faith of a boy in a miracle that even the most prepared ones didn’t believe in.
Si anak kecil dalam cerita di atas membuat saya malu hati, karena seringkali, saya tidak memiliki ‘faith’ seperti dia. Berdoa-berharap-menginginkan, tapi tidak yakin alias ragu bahkan kurang percaya suatu saat doa-harapan-impian saya itu bisa mewujud *malu*.
Ya sudah begitu saja, mudah-mudahan ada juga temans yang ikutan malu hati jadi bisa berjamaah sama-sama dengan saya he he.
Have a faithful life, Pals 😉
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 ^^
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 😉
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 😉
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 :P).
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.
***
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.”
***
Wish you have a blessed Tuesday, Pals 😉
Just found an interesting post of Paulo Coelho (as always :)).
Hope you love it too, Pals 😉
***
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.’
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 😉
Just another post from Paulo Coelho.
Hope you like it as I do, Pals 🙂
***
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.’
***
So, you are not only a wave, you are a part of the ocean. Be proud! 😉
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