That question paid me a visit earlier today—upon asking myself what question I had at that moment. I posted the very same question on social media, and the response I had from friends were: coffee, quietude, their bed, their apartment, water (it was still a Ramadhan fasting period), relief of headache, their mom and dad, nature, mom’s cooking, and peaceful mind.
Despite being deceivingly mundane, I appreciate my friends’ responses as honest expressions of longing. Basic, simple, light, and immediate; nothing long term, heavy, or complex. There was a need for relief and relaxation; a deeper wish than one might care to admit.
Di rumah kami, setiap tahun, lebaran, antara lain, berarti ketupat, opor ayam, sambal goreng ati ampela, telur pindang, dan kerupuk udang—semua buatan sendiri (kerupuk udang tinggal goreng).
Dulu sekali, Ibu yang memasak. Kemudian, ada seorang asisten rumah tangga yang berlebaran di Jakarta yang memasak. Setelah beliau pensiun, pernah mertua kakak saya yang memasakkan. Beberapa tahun terakhir, ipar saya memasak, dibantu kami semua.
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Kata-kata di atas tercetus ketika seorang teman meminta saya menulis 75 kata untuk disertakan dalam tumpeng ulang tahun Bali Usada ke-25, yang dirayakan di Jakarta pada tanggal 2 September lalu.
Kalau dihitung, tepat 75 kata. Pastinya bukan pikiran saya yang secara sadar menyatakan itu. Terlalu pas. Entah dari kedalaman mana muncul pernyataan tersebut. Yang pasti, saya turut tersentuh ketika pertama mengucapkan – atau tepatnya, mendengar diri saya mengucapkannya.
Too many times in life you hear and adhere to people (or yourself) telling you to be something you are not. To be more this and less that. To lighten up.
However well their intention might be, it gives the (false yet strong) impression that you are not (good) enough.
On my birthday earlier this year, I asked three friends to ask three questions each. They were free to ask any questions that came to mind. The three friends happened to be those who were involved in @writingtable, namely Hanny, Nia, and Windy (in alphabetical order). Some questions were asked (and responded) in Indonesian, while others in English.
Earlier, I have responded to the questions from Nia and Windy. Each with their own blog post. Now, here are the three questions from Hanny:
- How can one be content where whey are?
- Is it wrong to want more or want to know more?
- When is enough enough?
What do you do when you — the adults — want to have a group photo and a child suddenly walks into the frame (because he wants to be with his Mom)?
You include him in the picture; welcome him with the warmest greeting and laughter; make him feel accepted and loved.
I am so grateful this response comes spontaneously in our family. Thank You.