Bismillah.
Judul tulisannya "Clean", berisi kalimat-kalimat pendek berbahasa inggris, seperti puisi. Satu kali, dua kali, dan ketiga kalinya aku mengulang membaca tulisan itu, sisi kanan hidungku tiba-tiba basah. Ah... I don't know what else should I write here. I'm just...
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"Maybe you lost someone you never expected you would lose.
Maybe you lost yourself. That’s even worse.
When you have bad days that just won’t let up, I just hope that you will look in the mirror and remind yourself of what you are and what you are not.
You are not your mistakes.
You are not damaged goods or money from your failed explorations.You are not the opinion of someone who doesn’t know you.
You are a product of the lessons that you’ve learned.You are wiser because you went through something terrible.
And you are the person who survived a bunch of rainstorms and kept walking.I now believe that pain makes you stronger.And now I believe that walking through a lot of rainstorms gets you…Clean."
-Meutia Halida on Clean
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Maybe I lost myself, and that's even worse. Maybe I should remind myself, of what I am and what I am not.
I am not my mistakes, am I?
I am not damaged goods or money from my failed explorations, am I?
I am not the opinion of someone who doesn't know me, am I?
I wish I am a product of the lesson that I've learnded.
I wish I am wiser because I went through something terrible.
And I hope, I am the person who survived a buch of rainstorms and kept walking.
And I hope, someday I believe that 'this pain' makes me stronger.
And I hope, someday I believe that walking through a lot of rainstorm gets me clean.
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Aku berharap hujan datang dan menghidupkan bumiku. Hujan yang membuat tanaman dan pepohonan dapat hidup karena airnya. "Hujan" yang....
Wallahua'lam.
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