ben, aneh ga sih kalau akhir2 *dua bualanan* ini saya galau sendiri tentang kenapa kita ada di dunia, manusia itu apa, kenapa kita melakukan ini itu. pikiran berkecamuk tidak jelas, hari2 tak ber passion, tak fokus, bosan, sepi, hahah. membaca tumblrmu sejak lama membuatku merasa harus share tentang ini padamu, would you mind to give me ur opinion? thanks in advance ben!
At times I am interested in these things you’ve asked and that’s the scholar side of me nodding and questioning, which will probably be beneficial when I continue to do my Ph.D someday. But I’ve also realized that these things are also sometimes unimportant to ask especially when we realize that we as human beings are suffering or perhaps daily agitated by many daily, trivial things (sometimes the usage of the word ‘suffering’ is just way too harsh). As a result looking at the human condition wholesomely and honestly has become a deep interest for me as well.
Like the Buddha (from the Buddhist monk Thich Naht Hanh) once said:
"Suppose a man is struck by a poisoned arrow and the doctor wishes to take out the arrow immediately. Suppose the man does not want the arrow removed until he knows who shot it, his age, his parents, and why he shot it. What would happen? If he were to wait until all these questions have been answered, the man might die first."
You can ask all the questions about life, God, and every metaphysical thing there is to life but you will still be agitated by an accidental spill of your morning coffee all over your new white shirt. And you’ll just assume that’s natural of you. Perhaps it is, but perhaps there is another way to live. Perhaps.
thankyou Ben, this is a reminder. i always have the same question over and over, thankyou for the beautiful story :)
i decided to reduce my time on using facebook. Tonight there was a circumtance that made me should open it (i should seek a pdf online from my friend’s link) . All the sadness and the insecurity inevitably surround me: people talk about people, people try so hard to shout their existance, people saying about their not so honest opinion, i dont know why i suddenly feel i am the same human being like them. How pathetic and hopeless me seeking other people opinions. I multipled my posses and reduced my value of living. Last weekend gateway, in a mountain with stars and one of my best friend, i remember, how little is all i need for living. why worry?
taken on my last hiking,30 may 2014.
beautiful things dont seek for attention.