This whole thing about certainty and perfection came out (amazingly) in an another bus trip... Dunno why but bus seems to be the only mean of transportation where I can ponder deeply about stuffs (apart from motorcycle, obviously)... There was nothing more interesting thing to do other than watching the pine forest beside the road as the bus taking me (painstakingly) closer to home...
Dusk never fails to captivate my eyes... More than the night does, and certainly more than daylight does... Dawn is nice, yet dusk seems to be warmer and a lot more mysterious... There's one similarity however... My most tranquil part of the day has always got something to do with the position of the sun above my head... Both dawn and dusk..
Dawn and afternoon for me is like the birth and the death of the sun... Genesis and Revelation... The beginning and the end... Dawn marks freshness... It's when the history, triumphs and defeats, laughs and tears of yesterday are all washed out as the sun unveils itself to the billions of creature living on this fragile place called earth... While dawn marks freshness, dusk doesn't necessarily mark staleness... For me, dusk marks acceptance... It's when the 'Soul of the World' (that soul part is quoted from The Alchemist here eheheh) surrenders its destiny, presenting whatever it have to this mysterious being called 'darkness'... No matter what happens between it's lifetime, sun will keep being sun, which rises at around 5.00 AM and sets at around 6.00 PM on my part of the world. Like what Joe Biden said on his train trip when he left the White House, "Life is a full circle". Things that have the chance to 'start', at one point in the journey of the universe, must come to an end...
Dawn is a transition. It's when all life forms on the world leave loneliness and enter a life of being alongside other creatures. It's basically a new sheet in life, where history and pasts are kept, well covered by new white sheet of paper. With this life on this new sheet, opening the pages before feels 'sinful'... Darkness ends at dawn, and it's meant to be... Darkness is something that has been with us BEFORE the light, and something that will be with us AFTER. Dawn itself is temporary. Since it's a transition, it doesn't take long for dawn to come to an end. And again, it's meant to be temporary. I don't know why though, but I believe that's everything is what it is for a good reason. Maybe God made this whole thing about dusk and dawn 'momentary' just to fascinate the thoughts of feeble person like me. Perhaps this momentariness is the thing that fascinates me to both dawn's and dusk's existence... It reminds me about the momentariness of this life... It reminds me of this world of vanity, where eventually, everything we grab will certainly be lost.
Dusk meanwhile, is more mysterious than dawn. If dawn is the beginning of the light, dusk is the beginning of the dark. And since the dawn of humanity, darkness has always been mysterious, maybe because of its characteristic of 'hiding' things behind its shade... I read this in the bible, i forgot when, but the verse goes something like this, "menghadiri rumah duka lebih baik daripada menghadiri pesta, karena saat itulah manusia sadar akan kesementaraannya. Akhir dari segala sesuatu lebih baik dari awal". Maybe, in my thought, there's no dark... Dark is merely the absence of light... It's never been a thing that was specifically created... It's like ocean tides, the high one and the low one... it's only a cycle, as sure as the moon rolls around... Again, like the Dawn, Dusk is temporary, a cycle to be fulfilled, a must-happen. It's when our souls are strike hard, forced for a change so contrast, it's almost binary, 1 and 0, on or off, light of dark. Dawn strikes us even harder, since it's the beginning of the dark and we all know we love light more than we like darkness... And that's the thing that appeals me about Dawn... It's the Genesis to a period that we all feel uncomfortable with, a period we hate so much... A period of momentary blindness, when the most comfortable thing to do to blend in with that condition is to close our eyes ourselves and stop any shine from going inside our retinas. Like what i said in my earlier post, it's one of the 'comfortably numb' moment, like when you hide yourself from the blinding fact, from the slightest of light... So, the next moment we all find ourselves sleepless at night, maybe we should be thankful, and i dont know, proud maybe, since it would be the time that we're boldly facing the blinding facts of our lives instead of closing the curtain of our mind.
There used to be many things that we can be sure of, such as God and Goddesses, the the law, our homeland's ideology, the wind, season's change period, parents' love to their children and so on. But as the time goes on, as the human race grows smarter, more cunning, more pragmatic, complex, one by one, those certainties fade away. We no longer have something to grab, to make us sure that the world we live in is indeed, still the world as we know it. Standing still among the uncertainties in our life, Dawn and Dusk becomes a part of this world that ain't gonna change, well, at least for the next 5 billion years said scientists, which then after that 5 billion years, the sun would eventually die.
I gaze at birds. I watch them fly with such desire, with such envious feeling. Maybe because bird symbolize the freedom humankind have always desired; the ability to go wherever we want, without any obstruction, being high above the ground, gaining a commanding vantage point of the world below, separated from the snugged terrain. Their movements are basically 'freedom', redefined.
I get amused by looking at birds. I watch them fly at dawn, across the yet-to-be-blue sky with a slight hint of yellowish hue. The day hasn't actually started yet, but they all manage to find their way towards freedom, as if they live in a world without a to do list, without any target, without any memories of the loss they had the last day, without any vision of the day awaits them and the days after. Maybe they live in a world of purity, without demands, judgement and maybe even knowledge, from a place to another so easily. Sometimes I want to be a bird. Without even knowing, they're being messengers. Messengers of God. Carrying messages meant to be pondered by fragile humans like me.
Their passage on the skies above me that morning was to make me reflect on my life. In the midst of absurdity, birds, skylights, dusk and dawn gave me solace. Maybe, just maybe, it was how the "Soul of the Universe" talk to me, loudly but tenderly. It jiggled and tickled my heart at the same time. That's why I love Dawn and Dusk. It gives me words of wisdom in the most sincere way i can imagine. And this time, the word of wisdom is
'We are never so wise as when we live in this moment"
And suddenly the words of Sam Malone in Cheers comes to my mind. It's a phrase used when Sam tried to compare himself and Frasier in front of Diane, "Diane, unlike Frasier, I can't give you a super secure and settled life. But, if you live with me, our journey will be one day at a time"... Living life one day at a time. That phrase kills our well-rooted 'so called' words of wisdom from our teachers and parents when we were a kid, such as 'gapailah cita-cita setinggi langit' and other similar words. 'Cita-cita setinggi langit' puts us in prisons. With that, we become the hostage of our own thoughts. We put our dreams too high sometimes, too wild, too far away, it makes us forget where do we stand right now.
Maybe that's what Dawn and Dusk are trying to tell me. They sure come everyday, and sure gone few hours after they appear. Each day is a new beginning for them, as if everyday is a new page and they forget what have happened days before. They don't bother what will the next page be. They do what they do, one day at a time. Dawn and Dusk live in this way. So do birds.
Dusk never fails to captivate my eyes... More than the night does, and certainly more than daylight does... Dawn is nice, yet dusk seems to be warmer and a lot more mysterious... There's one similarity however... My most tranquil part of the day has always got something to do with the position of the sun above my head... Both dawn and dusk..
Dawn and afternoon for me is like the birth and the death of the sun... Genesis and Revelation... The beginning and the end... Dawn marks freshness... It's when the history, triumphs and defeats, laughs and tears of yesterday are all washed out as the sun unveils itself to the billions of creature living on this fragile place called earth... While dawn marks freshness, dusk doesn't necessarily mark staleness... For me, dusk marks acceptance... It's when the 'Soul of the World' (that soul part is quoted from The Alchemist here eheheh) surrenders its destiny, presenting whatever it have to this mysterious being called 'darkness'... No matter what happens between it's lifetime, sun will keep being sun, which rises at around 5.00 AM and sets at around 6.00 PM on my part of the world. Like what Joe Biden said on his train trip when he left the White House, "Life is a full circle". Things that have the chance to 'start', at one point in the journey of the universe, must come to an end...
Dawn is a transition. It's when all life forms on the world leave loneliness and enter a life of being alongside other creatures. It's basically a new sheet in life, where history and pasts are kept, well covered by new white sheet of paper. With this life on this new sheet, opening the pages before feels 'sinful'... Darkness ends at dawn, and it's meant to be... Darkness is something that has been with us BEFORE the light, and something that will be with us AFTER. Dawn itself is temporary. Since it's a transition, it doesn't take long for dawn to come to an end. And again, it's meant to be temporary. I don't know why though, but I believe that's everything is what it is for a good reason. Maybe God made this whole thing about dusk and dawn 'momentary' just to fascinate the thoughts of feeble person like me. Perhaps this momentariness is the thing that fascinates me to both dawn's and dusk's existence... It reminds me about the momentariness of this life... It reminds me of this world of vanity, where eventually, everything we grab will certainly be lost.
Dusk meanwhile, is more mysterious than dawn. If dawn is the beginning of the light, dusk is the beginning of the dark. And since the dawn of humanity, darkness has always been mysterious, maybe because of its characteristic of 'hiding' things behind its shade... I read this in the bible, i forgot when, but the verse goes something like this, "menghadiri rumah duka lebih baik daripada menghadiri pesta, karena saat itulah manusia sadar akan kesementaraannya. Akhir dari segala sesuatu lebih baik dari awal". Maybe, in my thought, there's no dark... Dark is merely the absence of light... It's never been a thing that was specifically created... It's like ocean tides, the high one and the low one... it's only a cycle, as sure as the moon rolls around... Again, like the Dawn, Dusk is temporary, a cycle to be fulfilled, a must-happen. It's when our souls are strike hard, forced for a change so contrast, it's almost binary, 1 and 0, on or off, light of dark. Dawn strikes us even harder, since it's the beginning of the dark and we all know we love light more than we like darkness... And that's the thing that appeals me about Dawn... It's the Genesis to a period that we all feel uncomfortable with, a period we hate so much... A period of momentary blindness, when the most comfortable thing to do to blend in with that condition is to close our eyes ourselves and stop any shine from going inside our retinas. Like what i said in my earlier post, it's one of the 'comfortably numb' moment, like when you hide yourself from the blinding fact, from the slightest of light... So, the next moment we all find ourselves sleepless at night, maybe we should be thankful, and i dont know, proud maybe, since it would be the time that we're boldly facing the blinding facts of our lives instead of closing the curtain of our mind.
There used to be many things that we can be sure of, such as God and Goddesses, the the law, our homeland's ideology, the wind, season's change period, parents' love to their children and so on. But as the time goes on, as the human race grows smarter, more cunning, more pragmatic, complex, one by one, those certainties fade away. We no longer have something to grab, to make us sure that the world we live in is indeed, still the world as we know it. Standing still among the uncertainties in our life, Dawn and Dusk becomes a part of this world that ain't gonna change, well, at least for the next 5 billion years said scientists, which then after that 5 billion years, the sun would eventually die.
I gaze at birds. I watch them fly with such desire, with such envious feeling. Maybe because bird symbolize the freedom humankind have always desired; the ability to go wherever we want, without any obstruction, being high above the ground, gaining a commanding vantage point of the world below, separated from the snugged terrain. Their movements are basically 'freedom', redefined.
I get amused by looking at birds. I watch them fly at dawn, across the yet-to-be-blue sky with a slight hint of yellowish hue. The day hasn't actually started yet, but they all manage to find their way towards freedom, as if they live in a world without a to do list, without any target, without any memories of the loss they had the last day, without any vision of the day awaits them and the days after. Maybe they live in a world of purity, without demands, judgement and maybe even knowledge, from a place to another so easily. Sometimes I want to be a bird. Without even knowing, they're being messengers. Messengers of God. Carrying messages meant to be pondered by fragile humans like me.
Their passage on the skies above me that morning was to make me reflect on my life. In the midst of absurdity, birds, skylights, dusk and dawn gave me solace. Maybe, just maybe, it was how the "Soul of the Universe" talk to me, loudly but tenderly. It jiggled and tickled my heart at the same time. That's why I love Dawn and Dusk. It gives me words of wisdom in the most sincere way i can imagine. And this time, the word of wisdom is
'We are never so wise as when we live in this moment"
And suddenly the words of Sam Malone in Cheers comes to my mind. It's a phrase used when Sam tried to compare himself and Frasier in front of Diane, "Diane, unlike Frasier, I can't give you a super secure and settled life. But, if you live with me, our journey will be one day at a time"... Living life one day at a time. That phrase kills our well-rooted 'so called' words of wisdom from our teachers and parents when we were a kid, such as 'gapailah cita-cita setinggi langit' and other similar words. 'Cita-cita setinggi langit' puts us in prisons. With that, we become the hostage of our own thoughts. We put our dreams too high sometimes, too wild, too far away, it makes us forget where do we stand right now.
Maybe that's what Dawn and Dusk are trying to tell me. They sure come everyday, and sure gone few hours after they appear. Each day is a new beginning for them, as if everyday is a new page and they forget what have happened days before. They don't bother what will the next page be. They do what they do, one day at a time. Dawn and Dusk live in this way. So do birds.
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