In this kind of hours I used to be in a deep sleep, but this night is kindda different. Some events of my life were suddenly running around my head, made my brain to force me to become a midnight thinker. After some minutes of recreating events, i came out with soooo many “WHY”s. And all of them had lead me to one question :
Why can’t we live peaceful together?
I mean like we know that we live here, in the world, for temporary, but why can’t we live peacefully in that short time of ours? Why can’t we just understand each other, help each other, who are having time pattern of living just as same of ours, temporary. It get me confused. Why do we have to have angers, gengsi? Emotions that can lead us to crashed one another. Why do we have to fill our short time life with intricts and meaningless things? What differentiates us from others? Demographics; gender / age / skin color? Geographic? Nope, I guess it’s not about that.
Purpose of living.
What is our purpose for living in this world? What do we have to do in our life? Yap, my mom had given me a birth, but what things I must do after being born?
THIS IS WHAT DIFFERENTIATE US
And If we took a red line from all of events and questions, we will find that the root cause is basically back to our duniawi things. Money, popularity, gengsi, lifestyle, we are totally blinded by them! Don’t you realize? More money, more popularity, more high end lifestyle, I want to be more more more more. causing us to think short in making our step decision. Make us to see every way as a legal way to reach those MORE MORE things. We become a VERY individualistic person.
And in the end of our story, setelah semua abis, we will be rotten to death along those meaningless things, which can’t feed us when we are hungry or make our after life become happier (Do they have any meaning in the after life? Haha you know lah the answer) So whyyyyyy do we have to race to gain all those meaningless goods or feels nowwwwww?
WHYYYYYY?
Causing problems? Sounds legit.
(Source: rachel-interrupted)
Kids by MGMT, cover by The Kooks (Triple J’s Like a Version: Volume Five)
I cut my hair. No, my hairdresser cut my hair.
He cut it somewhere between my breast and my chest bone.
:_)
the most sufficient proverb for this situation is “nasi telah menjadi bubur”
Bye.
