Cold floor with warm soup noodles.
Loud talks and noisy television.
Rusty knobs.
Peeled off walls.
Red sweater.
Slow internet connection.
Salty beef stew.
It’s warm
and safe.
Here,
home.
a shallow and mad journal
I always find words intriguing! It can meant so much, also meant less. It drives you mad, also feels love. I like stories and I’d always love to hear or write one.
Cold floor with warm soup noodles.
Loud talks and noisy television.
Rusty knobs.
Peeled off walls.
Red sweater.
Slow internet connection.
Salty beef stew.
It’s warm
and safe.
Here,
home.
Ketika kami masih sama-sama berkutat dengan Tugas Akhir, teman saya Ali adalah orang yang pertama kali mengenalkan saya dengan konsep bahwa untuk menjadi expert di suatu bidang, kita setidaknya harus menekuni hal tersebut selama 10.000 jam. Staying true to his love for Lighting Design, ketika lulus, beliau nggak ragu untuk mengambil pekerjaan di bidang yang sama. Ali bahkan sempat bekerja di Singapura sebelum akhirnya kembali bekerja ke Indonesia dan melanjutkan kuliah dengan bidang yang sama ke Jerman. Buat saya, Ali adalah salah satu orang yang saya benar-benar kenal dan menerapkan prinsip 10.000 jam secara utuh.
Kadang saya iri kalau melihat Ali yang sepertinya punya bidang khusus yang membuatnya ‘dikenal’ atau ‘diingat’. Berkaca kepada diri sendiri, saya nggak punya hal seperti itu. Saya justru menarik garis keras bahwa saya nggak ingin cuma menekuni satu hal. Saya pernah bercerita tentang minat saya yang beragam di salah satu post. Now, looking back (and forward), I’ve never regret this choice.
Suatu hari, saya pernah membaca salah satu post ilustrator favorit saya, Ayang Cempaka. Di post tersebut, beliau mengutarakan bagaimana kebingungannya karena punya banyak minat dan ide. Saya sempat terkejut karena Mba Ayang adalah ilustrator dan crafter yang menurut saya punya style yang distinct dan semua produk yang dihasilkannya searah dengan style tersebut. Tapi ternyata, Mba Ayang juga punya kegelisahan yang sama dengan banyak dari kita: having no words to define ourselves.
I open too many tabs today and I cannot remember where I am.
This complication of feeling.
The suppressed jealousy.
The needs to be loved.
The demand to stay awake.
The place that doesn’t belong here nor there.
Are you really alive?
Am I?
The Sky Motel stands right across the curve in mid level cloud.
10.000 feet above.
You’ll be lucky to find it, they said.
Others have given it 4.7 stars review and they are raving about the place.
Somewhere between the silent dawn and the loud sunset.
You’ll enjoy the color transition of the marvelous sky when the violet turns red and becomes pale orange.
They say it’s breathtaking as well as heart stopping.
While the view of Sky Motel is taking the top compliment, many guests also mention the surrounding atmosphere.
It is the perfect combination of silence and peacefulness.
Other keywords include terms like ‘healing’, ‘motivating’, and ‘reassuring’.
Though not many have come to actually find the exact location of the famous Sky Motel, some have been around to visit it from afar.
Hoping for another visit, to actually spend a night (or maybe day), in the property.
Therefore, we conclude the report by saying this once again, you’ll be lucky to find it.
It’s three in the morning.
And the room has never looked this quiet before.
It’s too cold and I can’t feel my feet.
This might be the longest hours we need to defeat,
with thoughts beyond space and looping playlist between our ears.
Can we really survive this one too?
How many hours left?
How the wall feels there?
All the little thoughts and the big debates.
Is it matter now?
It’s still cold and I still cannot feel my feet.
Maybe, this is the cold that will last longer than we thought it would be.
But we don’t have Pause button anymore.
Let’s survive another night so we can meet yet a warm morning soon.