Tentang rumah

Ada malam-malam dimana,
“aku ingin pulang,
ingin menangis sepuasanya di rumah.”

Tapi kamu hanya bisa tertegun
di ruangan kamar yang bukan milikmu,
sadar bahwa ia bukan rumah.

Kamupun tidak jadi menangis,
tidak jadi bersedih,
namun juga tidak merasakan apa-apa.

Ada malam-malam dimana,
dadamu terasa sesak,
entah karena apa.

Bukan karena rindu rumah,
—masa iya kamu tidak rindu?
Tapi kalaupun benar rindu,
seharusnya tidak se-sesak itu.

Lalu datang malam-malam
dimana kamu tersadar,
kamu hanya butuh istirahat.

dari segala pikiran burukmu,
dari segala prasangka semu,
dari segala rasa yang tak perlu.

Rehat.

Pikiranmu adalah rumahmu.
Bukankah sudah seharusnya

kamu betah berdiam disitu?

Ah, ternyata benar.

Aku memang rindu rumah.

Berikut segala ketenangan di dalamnya.

Oh, hi, Jakarta.

Stop romanticizing Bandung and Yogyakarta, they said.

So I tried to start romanticizing Jakarta.

Strolling around the city, catching TransJakarta and MRT, free ride using explorer bus, exploring street foods, small café hopping, getting lost in the middle of nowhere near Bekasi, commuting to another neighborhood: Depok, Bogor, or BSD, pretending as a tourist, going from bus stop to bus stop, relying on Google Maps, getting recommendation from @darihalte_kehalte, park and museum tour, enjoying view from up on a giant ferris wheel, late commuter ride…

At the end of the day,
we just need to take a step back
and see the bright, beautiful side
from this stressful city.

…another Jakarta trip, shall we?

To suffer; a slight memo to self.

“Yesterday I saw @fellexandro‘s Instagram story that brought the topic of ‘passion’. Surprisingly, it turned out that passion does not define something that you like.”

“Then, what is it?”

“Passion itself originated from Latin word that means ‘to suffer’, so, it’s basically something that makes you suffer; a willingness to suffer for what you love, to be exact.”

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