Satu kelas hidup telah selesai. Saya sudah mempelajari semua hal yang harus dipelajari dari kelas itu. Saatnya melangkah menuju kelas lain dengan tingkat lebih lanjut.
Rasa-rasanya itulah yang coba saya tanamkan dalam otak dan benak belakangan ini, sebuah percobaan untuk menghibur diri sendiri dari satu peristiwa yang terjadi baru-baru ini. Lagi-lagi saya menjadi korban permainan paling kejam di dunia ini, permainan cinta dan hati. Entah mengapa, saya yang oleh banyak teman digelari sebagai seorang strategis dan manipulator handal selalu menemui kekalahan dalam permainan ini. Entahlah....
Jika pada kejatuhan-kejatuhan kemarin, saya terfokus pada segala hal yang buruk dan negatif, saat ini saya mencoba hanya melihat hikmahnya saja. Setidaknya, saya belajar kembali untuk membaca semua tindakan secara positif, tanpa ada motif apapun di baliknya. Dua kali berpacaran dengan drama queen mau tidak mau membuat saya selalu curiga dengan segala macam tindakan. Yah, kali ini walaupun ujung-ujungnya saya tetap disakiti dan dikecewakan, ternyata tidak ada motif apapun di balik semua kata-kata ataupun tindakannya.
Saya juga belajar bahwa ternyata masih tersisa kemampuan untuk mencintai dan menyayangi seseorang dengan sungguh-sungguh. Setelah kegagalan saya di relasi terakhir, tak pelak otak dan logika seolah berkata bahwa saya tidak lagi mampu mencintai. Semua berondongan ejekan, hinaan, dan tuduhan-tuduhan buruk seolah masuk merasuk ke dalam hati dan pikiran, membuat saya merasa bahwa semua itu benar. Apakah masih ada orang yang sanggup menyayangi saya? Itulah pemikiran yang selalu terbayang, selalu melayang menutupi akal sehat.
Mungkin, saya memang masih harus banyak belajar mengenai segala macam hubungan, relasi, dan masalah hati. Mungkin, saya masih diberikan banyak waktu untuk belajar lebih banyak. Maka dari itu, Yang Di Atas belum memberi saya kelulusan dan garis finish pencarian saya akan pelabuhan terakhir. Bukankah itu sejalan dengan misi hidup saya? Misi hidup untuk selalu belajar, belajar, dan belajar. Yah, anggap saja bahwa ini salah satu pengabulan doa saya untuk tidak pernah berhenti belajar. Semua itu kelas, semua itu mata pelajaran. Lulus dari satu kelas, masih terbuka kemungkinan untuk melanjutkan di kelas yang lain. Saat ini, saya sepertinya masih diberi banyak sekali SKS hidup, untuk terus mendalami misteri-misteri sosial yang ada.
Tidakkah saya rindu untuk melabuhkan diri? Tentu saja jawabannya adalah iya. Tetapi saya ingin sekali mencari dan menemukan pelabuhan terakhir itu, pelabuhan di mana kapal saya bisa terikat dan langkah di atas bumi bisa segera diayunkan. Tidak ada yang lebih sakit daripada mengalami pelabuhan sementara. Ilusi yang lebih menusuk dibanding sebilah pedang, ketika terlihat sebuah pelabuhan yang seolah nyaman dan mengundang. Ketika sudah berlabuh, ternyata karena satu dan lain hal layar harus kembali dikembangkan. Dan pelabuhan itu tidak lagi bersahabat untuk kembali dikunjungi.
Syukurlah sebuah pelabuhan ilusi berhasil dihindari sebelum saya sempat berlabuh dan meregangkan otot. Selalu ada hikmah dari setiap luka yang tergores. Selalu ada sesuatu yang bisa dipelajari. Dan kelas tidak akan pernah berhenti.
Mockingbird, the man behind the mastermind. Now you'll see what's inside mockingbird's brain!
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Mantan Terindah
You never forget your first. And maybe that’s the reason why I can
never erase you from my memory, from my brain. But really, who can easily
forget their first relationship?
‘Tir’, that’s how I always refer to you. That nickname always invokes
an image of a girl with oversized frisbee as her weapon, a female fighter from
Soul Calibur series. Ahaha, such a typical geeky reference, isn’t it? But
didn’t we have those gaming moments together? Those were the times when you
kind of breaking my confidence (and my winning streak) in Tekken 5 and Soul
Calibur 3. How often can a man share his video game moments with his
significant other (not to mention being beaten repeatedly)?
I got back at you by showing up in front of your door, carrying in my
hand a bouquet of white and yellow roses. Your expression at that time was just
too precious to forget. I could even see a big question mark formed on your
forehead, along with your shaky voice and trembling hands. It was the night
when I finally got enough courage to ask you to walk our life together.
But if I have to be very honest now, please allow me to confess.
You were beautiful to me for erasing my doubt then. Recalling those years, I
really had massive hesitation to be in a relationship. Before you, I was this
close to go steady with a girl I met in my class. My heart said that having a
relationship before going for my master study was a stupid decision. That was
why I didn’t follow up the approach with her. You, Tir, was a different case. You
had me at our first meeting; you trapped me in that gentle hug and sweet
conversation. Those things culminated in that very night, inside the roses.
I came with my share of baggage, a gigantic memory from my first
love, terrible moments from several months before I met you, and my family
problem. They always scared people off, both before and after you. It didn’t
happen with you, though. You seemed to handle everything normally, even made it
easier for me to deal with them. We understood each other, also in being a
social butterfly. Hanging out with our friends never seem to cause any problem
for both of us. Nobody felt neglected, we understand the concept of our own
times and private spaces.
With all those, I naturally thought that we would last. No. We
were still young and stupid back then. You are my first; I am also your first.
We couldn’t handle all those emotional roller coasters, all the turmoil and
frictions. Both of our naïve minds called it off on Christmas Eve. (And today I
just read that Agnetha and Benny from ABBA also splited up on Christmas Eve.
Well, maybe nothing significant, just my random mind wandering around)
After the separation, we still retain that chemistry. You were
there, in my every relationship and in their demise. You were hurt every time,
and I am sorry for that. It was never of my intention to hurt you. Every time
we tried to rekindle the flame, I was always the one putting that off. Maybe I
am the bastard of our connection, constantly grafting new scars in you. Maybe
you won’t believe me again when I said that it was unintentional. But you were
always there. How can I not be moved?
Each and every time, you can always lift me up again. We may walk
our own road right now, with no light of meeting up again; but you were always
there to cheer me. In your own way, in your own time. How can I forget our
conversation of Marcell’s song? How can I forget our skype sessions?
Last night, you were there when I was down. You provided me with
ears to listen, you gave me a virtual lap when I can sleep on for a while, and
you provided me with the warmth I need in this cold winter, cold heart, cold
soul. I was able to finally sleep in peace, knowing that there was one thing I
did right in the past. You. Yes, you.
Talking to you is slapping me with some senses, that at least for
one person, I was precious. Instead of wiping off my tears from heartbroken,
you instilled laughter in my heart. It was fun. You made everything fun. Or
should I say, you made fun of everything. And it worked!!!
This morning, as I woke up from my slumber, one song came to mind.
Mantan Terindah. And it reminds me of you.
So I wrote this for you, a small gratitude of what you’ve done to
me…..
Monday, November 10, 2014
Days of Cursing
Sometimes I cannot help thinking that in the race of love and romance, I will always finish last.
Maybe it's my confidence issue, maybe it's the baggage I've carried since my childhood, or maybe it's just my terrible luck. I don't know.....
Is this the payback for all my academic opportunities? I used to think that it's okay to be devoid of love as long as I can advance in academia; but what I meant was me being unable to feel love within. The love deprivation that I have now is just too torturing, constantly being in a roller-coaster of emotion; of love and hatred; of adrenaline rush and tear shedding.
Back in the past, I was thinking of swearing off love and relationship. Yet Big Boss is such a big fat joker, He kept making me falling in love, getting my hope up high, and suddenly... BAMM! I was tossed to the ground from such height.
Maybe once is okay, maybe twice is still tolerable, but repeatedly? REPEATEDLY? Will I even have enough energy to pick up my pieces every time?
I don't know. Even this writing is all over the place, such an incoherent composition.
I hate your jokes, dear Big Boss!!!!
Maybe it's my confidence issue, maybe it's the baggage I've carried since my childhood, or maybe it's just my terrible luck. I don't know.....
Is this the payback for all my academic opportunities? I used to think that it's okay to be devoid of love as long as I can advance in academia; but what I meant was me being unable to feel love within. The love deprivation that I have now is just too torturing, constantly being in a roller-coaster of emotion; of love and hatred; of adrenaline rush and tear shedding.
Back in the past, I was thinking of swearing off love and relationship. Yet Big Boss is such a big fat joker, He kept making me falling in love, getting my hope up high, and suddenly... BAMM! I was tossed to the ground from such height.
Maybe once is okay, maybe twice is still tolerable, but repeatedly? REPEATEDLY? Will I even have enough energy to pick up my pieces every time?
I don't know. Even this writing is all over the place, such an incoherent composition.
I hate your jokes, dear Big Boss!!!!
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