Dream, Goals, Human, Indonesia, Life, Nation, People, Thought, Words

Homeland Pride

One of my lifetime project, and one of the most important one, before I turn 25 is this: to know my country better and further.

I’ve sense, since 5/6 years ago, that I’ve been totally westernized.

Okay, i made that words up, but what I meant is that I’ve been developing this habit of mine of thinking that everything about western civilization is great. I’ve been addicted with, from things as simple as movies, songs, to heavier things as books, people to look up to, and so on.

I’ve been worshipping them way way too much, and way waaaay too long. I’ve been neglecting the urge to know my country better, if you met me and have real conversation with me, you’ll grab the drift that I, shamelessly, have no idea where I’ve been standing this moment.

I have no sort of clue whatsoever about Its history, I have zero respect on people who civilized around (specially those who rules, those who dictated and those who follows), and I have no recollection on being proud of my education in Indonesia, even geographically, you can say I have the knowledge of a fifth grader.


I can say that I’ve been digging a little deeper unto European/World history and gather a lot more information about it more than I knew the historical detail of my own country.
I can popped answers about capital city of dozens of countries around the globe but have no idea of where certain city lies on the map, or things as silly as what traditional beverages are famous of from my country.


How could you name those places your home, when your heart doesn’t tingle when little things brought back your childhood conception?
How could you call those places your homeland, when your memory doesn’t linger in certain corner, when your skins just shiver when you recalled cheesy things you’ve done there?
Home is the people behind your thought, places where your destination headed, your entire lifetime journey to be the best version of you.
When this thought stroke me, I felt extremely embarrassed for the lack of knowledge I gathered from place I grew up, people who gave me chances for chasing my dreams, and nation where I found beauty in humblest thing.


Never have I been so proud of myself, until I discover these two things: My Faith and My Heritage.

So these 3 years ahead I have above me, I have mended myself to invest small part of my time in some sort of discovery project:
1. Read; People who have the courage to lead, Man who had a vision of a better future, Those who’ve created culture you’re living right now, whether it was towards an ideal nations or worst.
2. Explore; Places you’ve never been before, Spots people neglected, Paths that will remind you of how amazing your homeland is.
3. Build; New perspective on your country, Sense of pride of being Indonesian, and Strong passion to learn more about the land you’ve stood in.


Dan mungkin, mencoba menulis dalam Bahasa Indonesia dalam frekuensi yang lebih tinggi, serta dalam ejaan yang lebih baik dan benar?

That’s a tough one, though 😦

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Hope, Life, Random, Regret, Thought, Words

Ticking Time

Which one will you choose, if you have to choose with no turning around, between these two choices:

The right one in the wrong time, Or the wrong one in the right time?

Time’s a bitch, people said. Some things that should be wonderful in the past, when it occurred again in the future, might seem to be a blah, or awful somehow.

Some people that you begged for in time’s needed, now might seem to interfere your life too much, or might be accompany by others which, as miserable as it might sound, is not you and it sucks.

Time is NOT the main villain here, in my opinion.

Human did. We change as time goes by, time’s just relatively moving along side our lifetime pan.

Maybe in the past, those wonderful things that you WISH to happen to you, only satisfy you temporarily when those things are the only things matter in that period of time. Appearance, style, score test, those things might be your whole world in your teen age to earn respectable social status, but as you grew, is it still as important?

Or you grew to notice that, the actual social environment you need, does not even care about your perfected appearance, your quirky style, your ups-and-down score test. They need reality.

Same as people. Back in the days, maybe those certain people are a no-go for you.

They lack of this, they don’t go along with you, they are beyond you, and so many other reasons that set you apart with certain someone. But as the world rolling, are you really needing those capabilities you’ve been criticizing them all along?

Or you actually need them, just to balance out your life, as you now recognize that nothing’s perfect, nothing’s immaculate, nothing will ever going as you plan.

And this moment, this very moment, when you realize that those things are what you need, or you don’t care less, the ticking time will be your worst enemy, or as we may say, a bitch.

What if, when you realize that you need something, or someone, or some spare time, those things already belong to someone else, or even don’t want to be related any further with you?

What if those things are already broken to pieces, without you have any clue whatsoever how to turn it right what it started?

What if, everything else’s perfect, except timing?

Would you consider to let your ego take over, fight for what you believe fits you right, without considering others who get hurt, or left behind?

Or you stick to what YOUR heart told you, that nothing’s good ever come up to those who hurt others?

That good things always wait, always patient, until time finally turn around and finally recognize you, and choose you over everything else.

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