The Wolves Within

Malam. Gelap. Saatnya buat sedikit pencerahan. Kali ini Ayra mendapat kiriman cerita lewat emailnya. Cerita ini sudah lama beredar, entah siapa yang pertama kali menulisnya. Sempat ia mencari tahu, tapi akhirnya Ayra tak ambil pusing. Ia membacanya dan berterima kasih kepada siapapun penulisnya. Kebaikan tak harus selalu diberi nama.


The Wolves Within

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend, who had done him an injustice.

“Let me tell you a story.”

“I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt those who have wronged you. “

“I have struggled with these feelings many times. It is as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him. He is... joy, peace, love, hope, humility, truth, compassion. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way. But the other wolf, he is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He is... anger, ego, envy, greed, arrogance, resentment, lies, fake pride. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great.”

The Grandfather continued...
“Sometimes it’s hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.”

The boy looked intently into his grandfather’s eyes and asked,
“Which one wins, Grandfather?”

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said,
“The one I feed.”

Enigma

It's pass midnight.
And I'm eating star fruits while gazing into the stars.
How bizarre.

484

Tonight, I see you as a lady from afar. A mature contented lady, wearing black sackdress and high heels, with lots of laughs and smiles, and friends, and loved ones, and fancy stuffs, and artistic luxuries. Yet I still can see shades of tears in your beautiful eyes. Tears of bitterness, seeds of wisdom. And I see you, calm and all. How amazing.

Most people say you are a fake, a spoiled brat seeking peacefulness effortlessly. But you’re always proud of who you are no matter what they say. In joys and sorrows, you never hide yourself. You're alive. You’re passionate. You’re honest. And therefore you grow stronger each day. With all of that, you seem elegant, charming and forever tempting.

Tonight, I watch you dancing so smoothly. And that makes me want to sing. Somewhere, far beyond today, I will find a way to find you*. Again.

It’s a little too late to say, but... happy birthday.
I miss you. A lot.


*a line from the song Somewhere Somehow – Michael W. Smith & Amy Grant

Change

"People change."
"They do."

"That's so liberating, the thought."
"I agree."

"That I'm not that good, and you're not that bad."
"Then I'm with you, for good."

Benih

Tiap saat Langit menghujani Bumi dengan biji-bijian bulat bening, benih-benih mimpi. Rentangkan imajimu selebar-lebarnya, tampung biji-bijian itu sebanyak-banyaknya. Lalu di malam-malam hening, ambil segenggam, tanamkan benih-benih mimpimu itu dalam-dalam di tiap sujudmu, Nak. Tak perlu risau. Biarkan Bumi yang mengandung.