Living the life. Hidup dalam hidup itu sendiri atau menjalani hidup atau menghidupi hidup. Yang mana saja!
Semua orang yang bernafas pasti 'living the life' tanpa ditanya dulu mau atau tidak.
Tidak ada satu pun orang yang minta dilahirkan kedunia -- well, teori ini bisa jadi salah sih, karena tidak ada yang pernah benar-benar berfokus pada kehidupan SEBELUM kehidupan itu sendiri. Yang sering kita dengar pastilah kehidupan SETELAH kehidupan ini.
Dari fase bayi, anak-anak, remaja, hingga dewasa tak ada yang benar-benar siap. Setiap anak kecil didorong memasuki ranah remaja--oleh masyarakat, oleh umur. Setiap remaja diseret masuk dunia orang dewasa--sekali lagi oleh masyarakat, oleh umur. Dengan embel-embel "ketika saya seumuran dia saya rasa saya lebih rajin, lebih baik, lebih dewasa. Kenapa manusia jaman sekarang begini? Begitu?" Bukti bahwa sebagian besar orang tua sekarang JUGA diseret masuk ke dunia orang dewasa.
Sebagian orang menghabiskan hidupnya mengikuti jalan yang dia pilih sendiri. Kesusahan atau kesulitan, pasti setiap orang punya. Tapi mau menghadapi atau menghindari adalah pilihan. Atau menghadapi dengan bersusah payah, menghadapi seadanya, menghadapi dengan pasrah, juga pilihan.
Berapa banyak anak kecil yang pernah kita temui berbicara layaknya orang dewasa? Tentang hidup, tentang Tuhan, tentang pemikiran-pemikiran relatif yang kita semua harap benar adanya. Pemikiran seperti"orang baik pasti selalu menang di akhir." Seperti dalam plot-plot mainstream. Hanya saja kadang kehidupan punya alurnya sendiri. Ia malas dicap mainstream. Jadilah ia dengan plotnya yang anti-mainstream. Supaya apa? Supaya dunia banyak warnanya? Kalau banyak warnanya memangnya kenapa juga? Dengan satu-dua warna bukankah hidup tetap hidup?
Kembali lagi ke anak kecil dengan pemikiran dewasa. Bukan anak kecil yang sok dewas-dewasaan dengan make up, tagar OOTD di akun-akun liar. Tapi anak kecil dengan prinsip. Dengan kesadaran sekaligus penyesalan diri akan hidupnya yang jauh berbeda dengan hidup anak-anak seusianya. Yang mencoba menganalisis kenapa dia jadi berbeda. Mungkin karena orang tuanya. Mungkin karena Tuhan. Tapi tidak cukup berani menyalahkan siapa-siapa. Kita pasti berdecak kagum seandainya pernah bertemu. Anak kecil yang bilang, "Kenapa sih mereka ini kekanak-kanakan sekali?" padahal dia juga anak-anak. Dan ketika diseret ke dunia dewasa sesungguhnya dia sudah terlalu lelah. Cahaya mataharinya sudah redup karena bersinar terlalu lama. Tapi sekali lagi hidup punya plotnya sendiri. Sering kali orang baik harus mati di akhir cerita. Supaya apa? Mungkin supaya penonton sadar bahwa orang yang benar-benar baik tidak pernah mengharap reward atas kebaikannya. Atau karena akal-akalan hidup saja supaya dia jadi yang paling terkenal di antara kematian, nasib, perasaan, dunia.
We all so proud of our love. For so many times. Love towards our boy/girlfriend, our parents, our best friends or even our self.
This movie successively made me questioning about the love I'm so proud of this whole time. Does it still allowed to call it love when your heart decided to give it to random person? because people said you can't choose to whom you fall in love. It happened to Alan Turing. His heart chose Christopher like we all have to our loved one. Homosexual had been a sensitive issue this day. But this movie brings some questions to me personally. How can a love called love? Should it be in the right place as always or we all actually can not choose at all?
As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated.
During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer. It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago. At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration. Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know the meaning of the celebration. I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts.
But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited.
I was the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation. The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my face .. and I wanted to be with them and share their table. In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years all close their doors to me. Since I wasn't invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a grand time.
To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus"as if the party were in his honor!
At midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and do you know no-one hugged me. Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me. What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one?
I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left. Every year it gets worse. People only remember the gifts, the parties, to eat and drink, and nobody remembers me. I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life. I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you.
Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart. I want to share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party. I'm still making the final arrangements..
Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book. Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don't answer the invite, will be left outside. Be prepared because when all is ready you will be part of my great party.
See you soon. I Love you!
Jesus Share this message with your loved ones, before Christmas Taken from here
“When will you get
married?” So many people ask me that question like each time they see my face.
It’s not a big deal for me at all, but it just make me think that; do they
really think I’m ready enough to be a wife? A mother? Because I’m only 22 years
old for your information Madam, Sir. I’m too young and not ready at all – this now
on. I agree that maturity is not about age, it’s inside your mind. However, you
can’t get rid of how age can define someone’s maturity. I don’t think marriage
in a very young age—20 – 23 yo – is a good choice. I live in a eastern society and people used to
marriage in young age. It even become a disaster when a girl not married yet in
age of 25 yo! How come? I just don’t get it. I don’t avoid married in young
age. I just hope that people get married because they want to, they’re ready
for it. Not due to the society.