kenapa rasa bisa demikian keruh?
lagi dan lagi
ini bukan kali pertama
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dulu, zaman masih banyak menulis dengan bolpen atau pensil, aku cenderung menulis tanpa huruf kapital. entah kenapa.
I love visiting places that are born out of their owners’ dreams and passions.
As you arrive there, you get that strong feeling that they are but natural extension of the owners. You can see them in these places. They are so them. Continue reading
ketika yang kamu cinta sudah lebih besar dari dirimu, di mataku kamu sudah mencapai tingkat mengada luar biasa.
Pasting the stories from social media as a blog post to remind me of these wonderful realisations. I am eternally grateful.
I have heard it before on one of Adyashanti’s talks a long time ago. A member of the audience spoke of her partner—how she loved him and how she was confident of his potentials. Adya’s question was simple: will you still love him ten years from now if he does not change? If he does not lift off to the so-called potentials? She went silent. That was enough of a response.
A friend posed a question yesterday: “What would you like your legacy to be?” I have never really cared much about my legacy. Perhaps it is my relationship with the word. Legacy sounds a bit lofty to me.
Yesterday, however, felt different. My friend’s question made me pause and ponder. What would I like my legacy to be? What am I about? What would I want to bring to this table called life? What am I offering?