//June 14, 2009//

I do have this!

//June 12, 2009//

People always said afraid talking about growing up. When we’re still in kindergarten or elementary school, we always dream about growing up, getting married, getting your own money, etc. But later on our journey, we found out that the truth is, nobody ever want to grow up. But what’s too scary about it anyway? Afraid of taking responsibility? Afraid of letting go a lot of spare time? Or afraid that you are finally caring yourself alone without your parents doing it?

‘Fear’, once again, is a strong word. Almost as strong as ‘hope’, ‘will’, ‘trust’, and ‘anger’. But fear alone can eat ‘hope’, ‘will’, and ‘trust’. As the ‘hope’, ‘will’, and ‘trust’ can eat ‘fear’.

What is it about growing up? Is it being an adult? Or being mature? That’s the question. We use the word adult to refer people that have age more or less than 2,5 decades. And we use the word mature to address all people knowing their responsibility in life and taking it to the fullest. For me, I don’t want to be an adult unless I already have maturity in me. And I never want to be an adult if I have to throw up all the child in me.

People always think hardly about things that they don’t know what it is. Why do we have to be afraid with thing we haven’t try before? Being childish is not always because you’re a crybaby, saying a lot of whine, or telling some so innocent thought. Being childish is about being afraid to whatever you’ll face next on your journey.

Remember mate, the world won’t wait for you to rotate. And sooner or later, you’ll have to face it. So what you’re gonna do when the time is really coming? Run and hide yourself on your tiny shell called “fear-of-growing-up” or taking it slowly with a will to learn about every new thing you’ll meet?

For me, I’d rather take a step and let’s the music guide me. Because the music is me. The world won’t wait me either, but someday, I’ll make me not waiting the world.

Cheers to the future.

//June 04, 2009//

Saya pengen jadi penulis cerita anak-anak. Saya pengen punya restoran. Saya pengen jadi pengembang biak ikan. Saya pengen kerja di PBB atau mungkin UNICEF. Saya pengen bisa terbang. Saya pengen jadi editor majalah. Saya mau buat film yang bisa menyentuh semua anak sebagaimana Toy Story menyentuhkan aura magisnya kepada saya. Saya pengen pergi ke Inggris. Saya mau jadi kontributor National Geographic. Saya mau beasiswa sekolah film, atau magang di PIXAR. Saya pengen punya perpustakaan umum. Saya pengen bikin bioskop.

I’m a dreamer. So what? I keep all of this long enough to know that I’m still here. This is a message to the world, I’m not stopping, until I’m done.