years from now,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and the breadth and the height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and in my childhood's faith.
I love thee with the love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
athita (the past) / wartamana (the present) / nagatha (the future)
a chain, a time sequence, a cause and effect. the series of life in which one determines the following. the three of them we shall carry. let go of one and we'd break easily.
athita, wartamana, nagatha. with these three, thou shalt live accordingly.
we declared ourselves as urban people, we claimed to have bettered the life of our ancestors. we claimed to not disappoint the principles of evolution, in which we shall always adapt and adjust in response to our surrounding; it ought to always result in a better generation. we have proven that we're able to create a more prosperous living and that we have overcome almost every problem the nature has given us. we tried to keep the graph positive, tried to keep the line inclining.
we're not thoroughly wrong, but perhaps we are actually tricked by our own wit. technology, with every ease it creates in our life, has driven our life possibly way too much. we've completely depended our lives on technology. we lived with gadget, we're almost 24/7 connected to the cyber world. when was the last time we actually move our ass and do things technology can do for us by ourselves? like traveling on foot perhaps? or cherishing the face-to-face moment with our peers instead of completely immersed by the screen?
technology is an inevitable need of our life; it simplifies many systems and helps our living. unfortunately, it has become so significant to the extent that we are unconsciously controlled by it. we have for so long been indulged by how easy our lives have become that we actually appreciate things less. we are too busy trying to catch up with the latest trends and trying to compete in this showcase culture of urban living, that we forgot how to live in simplicity, the long forgotten beauty.
do you believe in such things like extraterrestrials?
why do we like to fuss over other people's matters? mungkin kayak lagunya iron and wine, everything looks perfect from far away.. atau mungkin lebih tepatnya, everything looks clearer. lebih gampang buat liat masalah orang daripada masalah sendiri. lebih gampang buat nge-troubleshoot masalah orang daripada masalah sendiri. karena kadang ego kita mencegah kita untuk melihat apa yang salah dari diri kita. karena kadang ego kita menempatkan diri kita di tempat yang, mungkin, lebih tinggi dari seharusnya. which prevents us from seeing why we deserve things that happen to us. which prevents us from admitting our own problems. which prevents us from seeing our own problem the way we see other's.
"and so a quiet, respectable, humble Negro who had the unmitigated temerity to 'feel sorry' for a white woman had to put his words against two white people's. I need not remind you of their appearance and conduct on the stand - you saw them for yourselves. The witnesses for the state, with exception of the sheriff of Maycomb County, have presented themselves to you gentlemen, to this court, in the cynical confidence that their testimony would not be doubted, confident that you gentlemen would go along with them on the assumption - the evil assumption - that all Negroes lie, that all Negroes are basically immoral beings, that all Negroes are not to be trusted around our women, an assumption that once associates with minds of their caliber.
"Which, gentlemen, we know in itself a lie as black as Tom Robinson's skin, a lie I do not have to point out to you. You know the truth, and the truth is this: some Negroes lie, some Negroes are immoral, some Negroes are not to be trusted around women - black or white. But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular race of men. There is not a person in this courtroom who never told a lie, who has never done an immoral thing, and there is no man living who has never looked upon a woman without desire."
1. anything in the attic with parquette flooring.
2. anything vintage.
3. anything spacious with big windows.
4. anything white-dominated
5. anything with incredible bookshelves (and also a very well-planned book arrangement)
6. anything with pictures and frames hung on wall
7. everything you've ever dreamed of... everything!!! *weeping tears of joy*
yesterday (or perhaps the day before yesterday) in the midst of the merry celebration of new year, i was thinking... what was it to celebrate about? there were so much hustle and bustle of it, but it actually was just that very same 23:59 to 00:00..... it happened every day.
so what's to celebrate? i personally just fancy the fireworks. seeing explosion all over towns, colors bursting on the pitch black sky, it's beautiful.
i don't mean to sound sarcastic to people who were so much into the new year. i celebrated it, too. with my friends. i told you, i liked the fireworks. but what i like more, is that new year creates moment. for those who's been completely devastated, down-in-the-dump, they're completely longing for the beginning. the moment when your timeline is filled with hopes.. hopes of the new beginning, opening the new chapter and crossing fingers for better living.
but we can't always wait for the moment. new year only comes around in another 365 days; during those one can face so many highs and lows of life. don't rely on the dates, create our own moment. we won't have to wait another year for a turning point, right?
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took time to actually understand this.... but in its way is somehow funny.
