Sunday, 3 June 2012

Love Brings Forgiveness

What comes into your mind every time you say “love”? Is that warmth, affection, tolerance or understanding?  Each aforementioned word does define love in a whole way. Love may bring warmth even in the most freezing winter, melting every severe hatred and blooming the pieces of forgiveness. Love is an ability to forgive. In their book “Why Good Things Happen to Good People”, Post and Neimark (2011) propose that forgiveness is the crucial expression of love. It needs enough courage, empathy and determination as the forgiveness is all about process. They also come up with a real story about the buffetings toward forgiveness.
A woman whose name doesn’t want to be announced recalls about the most devastating moment in her life. She lost her Dad when she was 20 because of car accident. She and her Dad was about one turn away from their house when the accident happened. A careless driver used the right traffic lane to overtake and ignored traffic light. He stepped on the gas to overtake a truck. The truck hit the middle barrier and tore his Dad’s car apart.  His Dad’s body was totally shattered. Then, the careless driver got out of the car then grumbled about his scratched car paint. He was sentenced only 40 hours for people service.
She was really broken. No words can describe how unfair the life is. His Dad’s  soul was considered as equal as 40-hour sentence.  Her Dad death affected her mother’s health. In 28, she lost her mother too because of cancer.
She needs a couple years to forgive the man. Until someday, she talk to herself that “I have a faith. It is apparent that he deserves forgiveness. I keep trying to pray for the man, for his better life. I do hope that he will grow.” With the remnant of love she has, she is able to forgive the worst damn thing in her life.
I believe the above story is capable of evoking our conscience to contemplate about forgiving and being forgiven. It is suggested that when we find ourselves difficult to forgive someone, let’s think how relieved when we’re being forgiven.  There are several researches that show the benefit of forgiveness. Charlotte Witvliet, a psychologist from Hope College in Michigan conducted study toward 71 students. She asked them to think about someone who have hurt them and reacted in their heart whether giving forgiveness or not.  The result shows that those who don’t give reaction for forgiveness suffer from physiological stress.  While forgiveness reaction were reported for leading students to peaceful body and mind. It is concluded, that playing the pain in the brain over and over again will get ourselves burdensome. Post and Neimark (2011) describe this condition as carrying potato pouch on the shoulder everywhere we go. We bring it to workplace, to restroom, to gym, even to bed. The potato is the symbol of hatred. We put one potato into the pouch every time we rewind the detestation. Day by day, the pouch gets weightier and our shoulder couldn’t stand carrying it. How tortured we are, aren’t we?  So, let’s learn to forgive and grow our ability to love. 

Thanks to MSSF for always understanding me. 

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

The Land of Hatred

Again, I walked alone along the corridor of your heart. 
I felt my feet touch the coldest land. 
I took a breath of poisoned air. 
I smelled something rotten like the worst betrayal. 
I picked a rose but it had turn blue.
I cried and black tear fells for the abandoned love.




*I just wanna say sorry. Please leave me. Let me knock the door of repentance. 




Wednesday, 1 June 2011

The Diary of A "Dilapidated" Swan

Last night, she almost "cut off her head" with a rusty jackknife. She was outta control. No thought. No wisdom.  Just a piece of boredom and loneliness. No meek fellowship. Yesterday and another previous day, she got quarrel with her boyfriend for trivial things. No comfort. Just resentment. Everyday is just like black and white painting. Nothing else. No blue. No violet. She is really pathetic sometimes.Really, she wanna see another world. In one night,she is dreaming of eating pizza in Italy, dancing Chaiya-Chaiya in India, hitchhiking Obama's official car namely Cadillac 1, or just sneaking in Holliwood Ball. 

She looked paler than ghost. Panda-eyed girl is a good alias for her. Staring at the 26-alphabet keyboard, her bad mood grew thicker and thicker. Tedious school affair, problems with coworker, spoiling daily grind had taught her to kick everything she faced....tore up paper for no good reason. She sat rotting in anger.


Until....somebody came to her. What so called "somebody" was not a prince from nowhere kingdom.  He was just a man who wanted to listen to her story. He didn't speak too much words. He merely let her cry. He did knows how fragile she is. And she knew well how dependable he is. 

Now, she realized he turned her tear into chuckles. She is sleeping now. She feels warm.



*When desperation slithers into every inch of our fibre......

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Untuk Kau yang Menungguku



Kau pernah datang padaku......
Kau bilang aku wanita kampung yang menarik
Kau hadiahkanku boneka kecil berompi putih
Kau bilang "Ini kado dari pemuja rahasiamu"
Kau sangat membahagiakanku

Kau pernah merayuku.....
Tidak dengan berbait-bait puisi
Tidak dengan lagu lagu Melayu
Kau hanya bilang
"Kamu seperti boneka di etalase toko yang dipagari kaca".
Kau sangat menyanjungku.
 

Kau harus tahu,...
Aku sekarang sudah bisa berkerudung rapi.
Aku juga bisa membuat teh manis dengan takaran yang pas.
Aku ingin mengajakmu berkunjung ke Jame Walker's Private Library

Sekarang, kau tidak ada disampingku
Kau benar-benar pergi.
Pergi menghuni rumah di sebelah Tuhan.
Aku harap kau bisa melihatku tetap tersenyum di sini.
Tunggu saja, aku akan menyusulmu kelak.

Thursday, 5 May 2011

Ode to My "Clown"


When the night falls
I am the one who want to light you up
When the sun rises
I am the one who want to wake you up
When the rain pours
I am the one who want to warm you up

Because 
I am a star,
I am a waker,
and I am a hot chocolate.




*For those who have made me crack smile. Thank you so much. I wish I could be anything for you.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

To Sun, From Rain



He's just a sort of sun
Shining. Warming. Mesmerizing.
Standing so firm upon two peaks of mountains

I'm just kinda rain
Wet.Cold. Aloof.
Crawling upon the yellowish torn leaves

Too long, I stare at him
Looking at his fire-like eyes
Hoping that he taps my door 
and leaves me a bucket of rose 

Too shy, I peek at his narrow smile
Thinking that candy becomes less sweeter
and sugar goes plain
Hei  * , would that smile be given only for me?

                              ***

Note: For someone who dries my long-sleeves shirt.

Bandung, April 16, 2011 at 07:54




Friday, 1 April 2011

Sorry...I'm not that pathetic

You are such a boring stuff
Even worse than learning grammar
I'm fed up with speeches coming out from your mouth
Could you just zip it out
It's just enough for me to take a breath

Who the hell are you?
You're not my headmaster
You're just an awful orator 
Never think that I'll be a silly follower
I'm not that pathetic 




For somebody in somewhere
Sorry, I'm thinking of leaving you