words of th(m)ought

a family girl, an AIESEC-er, an engineering student,
and have laughing listed as a hobby.

s p a s i

Seindah apa pun huruf terukir, dapatkah Ia bermakna apabila tak ada jeda? Dapatkah Ia dimengerti jika tak ada spasi?

 


Bukankah kita baru bisa bergerak jika ada jarak? Dan saling menyayang bila ada ruang? 
Kasih sayang akan membawa dua orang makin berdekatan, tapi Ia tak ingin mencekik, jadi ulurlah tali itu.

 


Nafas akan melega dengan sepaang paru-paru yang tak dibagi. Darah mengalir deras dengan jantung yang tidak dipakai dua kali. Jiwa tidaklah dibelah, tapi bersua dengan jiwa lain yang searah. Jadi jangan lumpuhkan aku dengan mengatasnamakan kasih sayang.

 


Mari berkelana dengan rapat tapi tak dibebat, janganlah saling membendung apabila tak ingin tersandung.

 


Pegang tanganku, tapi jangan terlalu erat, karena aku ingin seiring dan bukan digiring.

 

Dewi Lestari, read in Filosofi Kopi

True-ness.

I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.  ~Mark Twain


“The most beautiful people we have ever known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have pulled themselves out of  the depths. These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern.  Beautiful people do not just happen.”  ― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters


By Portia Nelson

Chapter One

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost…I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.

It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend that I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I am in this same place.

But, it isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep whole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in…it’s a habit…but,

My eyes are open

I know where I am

It is my fault.

I get out immediately,

Chapter Four

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

Chapter Five

I walk down another street.

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When in doubt, Love. That’s it.