My last trip to Partnachklamm. Should I put some life quotes here? Or any instagram-worthy phrases maybe?
Postcard from Norway: Langit dan Laut dan Hal-Hal yang Tak Kita Bicarakan
"Biar jadi rahasia, menyublim ke udara."
Stavanger, Norway, April 2014.
To the place I would leave my heart in
For the love and the heartbreak,
For the pride and the breakdown,
For every season with its own memories,
For the wonderful winter times,
For the things I have to leave behind,
For the last words I have to say before this chapter is officially finished,
For the next life chapter I have to start writing,
For another dream I have to pursue,
I'll thank you later.
A Night in Italy
They said my heart is so cold I could ignore those buzzing hearts trying to catch mine.
Until I fell into something I could never describe, feeling I could never define.
Never have I thought I would fall for someone in ways I have never been before.
Never has it crossed my mind that finding and losing could be a synonym, sadly.
There was a night in Italy when I was observing a man trying to define a drink he used to like to the
bartender, unfortunately he forgot its name and the bartender did not get it.
Then I realised things are better left unsaid,
most of the time.
The World Breaks Everyone
"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places."
- Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
That was my favorite line from Hemingway's
A Farewell to Arms that I bought two months ago in a second-hand bookshop in
Munich. I started to think that everything will eventually break everyone;
we've seen the news of attacks, tragedies, people dying, and heartbreaking
pictures everywhere. "What's wrong with the world?" seems to be an
unanswered question. We're busy blaming and accusing each other, we take our
shredded hearts to hatred and anger, we forget that somehow, sometimes, we need
to stop, we need to cut and we need to start it from ourselves.
Broken hearts are prone to hatred and anger but I believe feeling pain is absolutely not equal to hurt someone back or to hurt oneself, for whatever reason. Hatred is dangerous, once it has taken a root in a heart, then it will continue to grow, bigger and stronger.
Cut it out.
As for me, I chose to go on with life, to cut myself out from the love that turned out to hurt me the most, from a man that I love. To delete, to remove things related to this unavailing love just because I don't want to grow hatred, cause I know no one deserves to get hate, no one, including him.
Every pain should come with newfound perspectives. To get better understanding that if one part was broken, then another would get stronger though it takes time. We should be okay with that, I'm okay with that.
and I think it's where the peace begins -- with each of us being peaceful, isn't it?
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