“Maybe sometimes you feel better when you’re alone. But just sometimes. There are times in life where you need something to rely on. Something or someone. Your decision”
“In the end of the day, what matters most is that you make choices not for the sake of making choices”
“The truth is difficult. Having to face reality is difficult. Life is difficult”
We were sitting by the lake. I was listening to him, talking about his past life, regrets and hopes for the future. He was playing some Simple Plan on his blue lefty fender. I sang along with his perfect strumming. At the middle of the Untiltled Song, he stopped. And he started talking, or more to self-rambling talk, but I know he was still talking to me.
"Is it true that some of our strength comes from suffering? That suffering hardships makes us stronger? That those of us who have never known a real hardship, and true suffering, cannot have the same strength as others, who have suffered much? And if that is true, does that not mean that your argument is the same thing as saying that we have to be weak to suffer, and we have to suffer to be strong, so we have to be weak to be strong?"
Sincerity.
I saw that in him. He carried something in his eyes. He carried such an honest, innocent heart. So much warmth, so much compassion. No, I’m not telling you a love story. I’m not telling you about the person I love. But I’m telling you how a person, who does not even matter to you, but has been taking care of you like it’s your last day, can be your source of inspiration. Some sort of the purpose to continue life.
"Mira, I hope we'll be friends for life".
My heart smiled, and I whispered to myself, "Me too".
The night is quiet. The lights are gloom. The air is cold, quiet, calm. I wish I could talk about last night. But it's almost impossible to write about something that I cannot entirely comprehend.
Thank you for your honesty.
1 comments:
Ina , be strong . Allah ada . Untuk kau , and untuk dia jugak . Doa lah banyak-banyak . InsyaAllah , Dia dengar .
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