I'm running out of logic
'to understand' means nothing by now
'cause to live in this blank space is just
.... bothering me.
Just imagine,
how would you feel if you're facing emptiness?
minutes to minutes
day by day
ever after
with no fresh air to breathe in,
no water to quench thirst
all you got is only faith that ... "this place is soothing"
It is not.
Stop it right away
pull yourself from it
release, let go.
Aku Sudah Tamat SMA. Selanjutnya Ke Mana?
Hai! Semoga ketika kalian membaca tulisan ini, kalian dalam keadaan yang sehat dan berbahagia :) Ok langsung aja ya. Di sini, aku mau berbagi pengalaman aku tentang perjuanganku menuju jenjang kehidupan yang lebih tinggi: JADI ANAK KULIAHAN. Eit. bukan sekedar ‘anak kuliahan’ dong, tapi anak kuliahan yang berorientasi ke masa depan. Itu SANGAT penting bagi kalian yang akan melewati fase ini. Maksud aku gini, kan banyak tuh mahasiswa yang merasa salah jurusan. Bahkan menurut seorang psikolog pendidikan IDF, Irene Guntur, sebanyak 87% mahasiswa di Indonesia merasa salah jurusan (beritanya bisa di baca di sini ) . Terus dampaknya apa kalo kita merasa salah kandang? Ya jelas berisiko meningkatkan jumlah pengangguran di Indonesia, di mana pengangguran itu salah satu masalah perekonomian makro di suatu negara. Serem ya. Kenapa bisa begitu? Kalo dipikir-pikir, mahasiswa-mahasiswa yang pada salah jurusan itu kan kuliahnya jadi seperti beban,...
It is because we have the perception of how fulfillment is that we are able to feel empty. Either we have experienced those fulfillment in the past or we are making our own futuristic hope in our head. The problem is just we can't feel it in the present. Isn't it?
BalasHapusExactly, Kak. This is more like, there was something that ever filled us in, but as the time goes by, that 'something' slowly vaporizes and eventually leaves us feeling empty. Well, that's the point: we've experienced those fulfillment, thus we're hoping that those fulfillment wont ever move out of us.
HapusBut the fact, we can't feel it no more. It leaves us feeling as blank as a piece of white paper, waiting for the same colors to paint us back.