ANCORA IMPARO

مَنْ قَالَ أنَا عَالِمٌ فَهُوَ جَاهِلٌ

Mereka yang mengaku tahu sebenarnya tidaklah mengetahui

Bagi yang pernah bersinggungan dengan para seniman Italia pada masa Renaissance, maka Michelangelo adalah patung David, dan patung David adalah Michelangelo. Dua hal yang tak bisa dipisahkan; sang seniman dan mahakarya-nya. Namun, ada yang lebih menarik dari perjalanan hidup Michelangelo dari pada kisahnya dengan David; ANCORA IMPARO.

Memang penyematan frasa ini pada si pematung legendaris tak luput dari perdebatan1. Yang jelas, masyarakat dunia didominasi oleh kisah bahwa Michelangelo menorehkan kata-kata ini di sudut sebuah karyanya pada saat ia sudah berumur 87 tahun.

Ya, bukan 17 tahun, tapi di usia 87 tahun – yang normalnya menunjukkan kematangan – ia menuliskan ANCORA IMPARO, atau dalam bahasa kita: Continue reading

The Veterans — الخبراء

We, the veterans, have been walking on this earth since forever. The earth is us, we are the earth. We’ve been breathing the very air you breath in completely different way. We appreciate the beauty like no one else. Youngsters, we notice them while they don’t اus. Youngsters, they’d never taste this world the way we’ve tasted it…

نحن الخبراء كنا ولازلنا سارين على الأرض. نحن الأرض وهي نحن. كنا — ولازلنا نافسين الهواء الذي تنفسونه مختلفا على رئتينا مذوقا مذاقا لا تذوقون. إنا قدرنا جمال الحياة تقديرا لا يقدره أحد سوانا ونقدر

الفتية إن ضمائرهم فاقدة حضورنا ونحن بوجودهم وعاة. والفتية إنهم لن يذوقوا الحياة مذاقا ذقناه نحن ونذوق

  • Lambah Katimaran, July 2015 –

The Story of A Candle

They’re wondering, what is the good side of being like me? Burning my self down to shed a light around? No matter what you think, i’d like to tell you. Even the sun does so, and it will always do it till it turns to a white dwarf, next step to be a scary black hole. No one think about what it really does. They just enjoy the sunrise, daylight, staring at the sunset, and when the night comes, they just forget the sun. No one even thank the sun for the beautiful moon they’re staring at tonight.

So what can I say, it’s good to be a light, though i’m burned down Continue reading

The Pairs of Two

It was the best of times,
It was the worst of times,
It was the age of wisdom,
It was the age of foolishness,
It was the epoch of belief,
It was the epoch of incredulity,
It was the season of Light,
It was the season of Darkness,
It was the spring of hope,
It was the winter of despair

We had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way, — in short, the period was so far like the present period….
These are couples of words Dickens started his story with. No matter what story he wrote, he got right the previous words. “was” is “is” and “is” is “was”. You can replace every “was” with “is”. Like it or not, life was-is-will be- living pairs of two, lets just describe it as “white” and “black” — good and bad. The called an area between them as a grey area, an area when we cant define wheter a thing is black or white. Mostly we can define things clearly, but some choices in life stuck in grey and they remain grey. Why? Limited ability to define them? Or just because hiding behind “grey” word with eyes wide open to make the black tolerated? Then stop hiding. Or may because of having bad relationship with Him?. Why don’t we just come tell Him right away? He has answers for everything. He’s gonna answer you through your inner voice.
And apart from the grey ones, sometimes we need to look back, is the white one really white? Is the black really black? Especially when an inner voice cries on you. Look back, before it’s too late, because there are always blacks and whites. A black on you requires another black till you’re painted black all over and the voice of the white inside will be covered, no sounds can’t get out unless your soul is pulled out and almost no life remains on you. And the white on you will cry once a black hits you. There are always the pairs of two, and there are always choices, though we can choose only one for every pairs. It’s better to say “it was black” than “it was white”