December 24th 8.30a.m ish
Waktu Indonesia Barat, a form of life,
grown out of love and course of nature,
taken out of the safest zone possible,
away from the space that nurtured,
into the world, with many forces against it.
I have just been occupying the humble space
I am given, supposedly to live like a human;
The time I have been blessed, with all the
highs and lows, which I am so grateful for.
For 27 years, I thought I could grasp on
whatever it is that I want but sometimes,
we just have to settle for a short while.
Thus, the many rules to follow as a guest.
You must not. You cannot do this. You are not.
Oh. The tight grip on the boundless world of wonders.
The story is, I may not have to take over the world to feel great.
We have explored the deep sea, the earth’s crust,
the mountain top, space, and the brain in our heads.
Filling in many cabinets like we stock up on our grain.
Finches and fission in a repository called the internet.
Making things possible like a stair on the plain.
When have we started to be aware of limits? Then,
Factoid looms over. Feigned empathy becomes louder.
Foolishness spreads like wildfire. Fright manifests.
We become agitated and resistant toward change.
What is so wrong with unlearning and undoing
things that have unknowingly caused pain?
What is so infuriating about people who don’t
cheat, steal, or kill? Degrade, disgrace, or destroy.
The Voyager shows us that we are a pale blue dot.
A dot filled with scarred past in recorded history,
unsuccessful and wasteful conquest for one’s conceit,
self-inflicted damage: inescapably going down the hill.
Our lifespan is just a mere passing millisecond in earth’s history
somehow it’s believed that we could hold the entire world in our palms.
Being able to tell and process a story is a remarkable evolution
because only when we assign meaning to our lives individually,
we choose to survive for the sake of the stories of the past
or the ones yet to be told; ones we are dying to post.
When we value the meaning of other’s lives,
we are moved to protect one another.
What have those stories told us?
That human is destined for greatness?
That this is a definite threat to eliminate?
That you will be rewarded for your stance?
That some will end up just as another statistic?
That they deserve to be stripped of their rights?
What kind of stories are we telling others?
What kind of challenges that we overcome?
What did our triumph cost us? What did we pay?
Strangers on the internet, the bearer of the future,
people around us, the pale blue dot in the cosmos?
How have we known things to be and what we took away
while filling up the empty time and space here on earth?
Us, a form of life on earth with cellular activities, minerals,
electric signals; and an ego masked as conscientiousness,
that we are glad or proud to (…)
