The Art I Master In One Year of College

The video above sums up the major lesson I learn from the first year of college life, albeit the excessive use of the f word is not a part of what I learn. To keep my posts suitable for all ages, from this point onward, I’ll replace the f word with fish.

Four years ago, back when I was in high school, I was taught to give a fish to almost every people and every events around me. Not without any purpose, those lovely seniors who taught me expected me to reduce my indifference. As a minimum requirement, I was expected to know the condition of my friends or colleagues. If it had been possible for me to help him/her, I would’ve felt obliged to do so. In one way or another, giving fish to something that is not my business at the first place is shaping me to be more social. It makes me easier to do unnecessary good deeds willingly. The impact of giving a fish to almost every single thing to my habit is not so surprising though as it is actually basic physics:

Newton’s First Law of Motion
An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.

I constantly give fish to people, thus it’s easier for me to give another fish to other people the next time.

However, one thing my seniors forget to teach us is that we actually need to consider who (or what) get more fishes than others. Some people or some things aren’t worth giving the fishes! Sure, it’s okay to give tiny weeny lacking omega-3 fishes to everyone or everything; it doesn’t cost that much. Giving tiny fishes for free is kinda good though if we consider it as an act of charity that might bring smiles on people’s faces. But although there are plenty of fishes in the sea, our access to the most nutritious fishes is limited. Our resource of good quality fishes is scarce; we must manage it well enough to keep it sustainable.

Entering college let me acknowledge diverse interesting things that can actually easily seduce me to give them fishes for free. But as a year went by, I get more assured that those appealing things aren’t worth my fishes. Sure, they might seem shining shimmering splendid (you peeps are an old school if you get this), but they don’t need my fishes. They’ll still be working fine without mine. Plus, many of things I met won’t give me anything back for a return (knowledge, tranquility, attention, etc), so why should I give mine?

Some may say that giving or not giving fishes based on the rule I set up for my self is too transaction-al. But, hey, guess what! Life itself is a transaction between us, human being, with The Creator. We obey The Creator’s rules to reach heaven as a return; why can’t we apply those rules on daily basis? All I say is that we really should start investing fishes on things that matters or to things that need it the most. That way, zero fish is wasted.

Ciao! lookingbackfromnow,didIaccidentallyenrolltocollegeoflife?


Moving On Is Hard; I Tried

This post is written on my 19th Eid Al-Fitr. At this point of life, I no longer take Eid Al-Fitr as the most awaited celebration of the year. It’s because… I no longer have any reason to celebrate it.

I grew up as my parent’s only child thus I relied on my cousins to have fun. Well, I did. I did have a wonderful childhood. Every Eid Al-Fitr, I and my cousins spent the night at our grandma’s house for several days. We made a fort out of thick removable cushions and slept there. It was silly how three kids were willingly to be cramped in the most uncomfortable way in a small fort whilst their grandma provided a large house for us to sleep, but it was part of the fun.


One of the two loco we have exactly looks like this!

We also played with those electric trains my late grandpa left for his family. Oh, he left us with the best kind of trains! The trains were made of hard steel and it could move if only we arranged the rail right and tight. We also made tiny peoples, stations, gates, and monuments out of used papers. We were such good city planners back then.

Not to forget, we used to play PlayStation games together. I don’t really have a favourite game, but I excel the most at Guitar Hero. Oh, I’m also good at Need for Speed and GTA. Meanwhile, my cousins were very good at Call of Duty. Heh, good old times.

At the night before Eid Al-Fitr, all family members gathered at my grandma’s house. My uncles and my aunts brought fireworks for us to play. They brought different kinds of it: the most nonviolent ‘wire’ that we can use to draw light, the most common fireworks that explodes in the sky with a loud bang (we didn’t plant it though, we held it in hands; I feel so badass back then), the silent waterfall one (it seems like a falling lava, if I’m not mistaken), etc.

On the morning of Eid Al-Fitr, we all prayed together at the nearest grass-less soccer field. After that, we visit the grave of my ancestors, cleaned it, and decorated it with flowers from the market. We then headed to the house of a distant relative in the city center to greet them for less than an hour. Then, we headed back to grandma’s house. We performed sungkem (a traditional way of expressing sorry to the elderly) and ate the most awaited opor ayam (basically a dish of chicken soaked in coconut milk with other spices). After that, I and my parents headed to my other grandparents’ house near my high school before going home at last.


This is opor ayam in case you have never seen Indonesia’s Eid must-dish.

Well, now, the feast is no longer that big. All the magic of Eid Al-Fitr has gone along with some members of my family. Some members of my family are also unable to celebrate Eid Al-Fitr with us in my hometown due to incredibly long geographic distance. What’s left from Eid Al-Fitr is only the morning prayer, the grave visit, and the opor ayam. And.. who can I blame?

As time goes by, distance grows geographically and mentally. I barely even talk to my cousins anymore and I don’t even remember why we started stop talking anyway. The one who used to make me start talking has gone (I rarely show that I’m in grief, but, really, I still hope for her presence which I believe will make things better). Maybe it is because we no longer have the same topic to talk about or maybe it is because we rarely meet. But, still, my best and favourite theory of what has happened is that… life goes on, and so does the people.

It is a bitter truth that I’m still unable to cope with. Life goes on, the people goes on too. Nothing can really stay the same forever. At some point of our lives, childhood euphoria shreds away. People come and go while I still stand at the exact point I was since a long time ago. Why aren’t you moving then? Where to? I have no other place to go… yet.

So, that sums up my feeling for the Eids these past few years. I’m so sorry for the negative thought at (what supposed to be) the happiest day of the year, but I really can’t help it. If you still feel the magic of Eid or Christmas or Waisak or else, please enjoy it the best you can before it is too late. I had a great time, and I hope you still have it with you.

Arrivederci, peeps!

Never Have I Taken A Commercial This Serious

Hullo! It is almost that time of the year again: holiday. Yeayyy! I have been trying to retain ideas on my mind until next Wednesday (the day I finish this semester) so that I can focus on my final exam, but oh well, I guess I can’t hold it anymore and I guess this piece won’t really bother my exam prep. So here it goes!

Around three weeks ago, 50s-90s musics were on my YouTube’s top suggestion list since I often played Sinatra’s while writing my almost-100-folio-pages assignment. If I’m not mistaken, before the never ending music suggestion list played Bob Dylan’s Mr. Tambourine Man, a disturbing short silence followed by a traditional Javanese rhythm came along out of nowhere.  I minimized my Word and checked my YouTube tab to find a commercial made by Blue Band Indonesia (a prominent margarine brand under the flag of Unilever) which featured my hometown, Yogyakarta. It turned out that the commercial was a web-serial with the duration of 12 minute-ish. I somehow didn’t want to click that Skip Ad button on the bottom right side, and so I watched it for the next 12 minutes.

The serial is titled Cerita Nada and it tells the story of a nuclear metropolitan family who returned to Yogyakarta to celebrate Ramadhan with relatives. It only has three episodes which is released once in a week, and I have been following that serial until today, the day it ended (I guess). I’m not going to talk too much about the plot, you can just watch it down below:

(make sure you’ve watched the episodes down below before moving on to my next paragraph as I will reveal more spoilers and pop the magic!)

As a matter of fact, compared to Tropicana Slim’s Sore which came out around a year ago, this serial is not highly buzzed among Indonesians. Although Blue Band is more widely used among Indonesians than Tropicana Slim’s Stevia Sugar (the product introduced on Sore), it’s not too surprising that Sore went more viral than Cerita Nada. Why? I guess Tropicana Slim understands the basic recipe for Indonesians better than Blue Band: love story and settings abroad.

(a peek on Sore)

Besides that, if we compare both serials, Sore seems to be crafted more artistically than Cerita Nada. Sore has a unique plot, a great choice of original soundtracks and artists (Adhitia Sofyan and Kunto Aji), and an uncommon way of promoting its product (they rarely put Stevia in its frames). Adhitia Sofyan’s Forget Jakarta on the beginning of the first episode is enough to light people’s curiosity and capture their attention for the next 12 minutes. Meanwhile, Cerita Nada is simply not that unique. Plus, the way each character interacts with others seems too unnatural. In my honest opinion, it is harder to enjoy Cerita Nada because some parts are too soap opera-ish.

HOWEVER, I highly appreciate the writer of Cerita Nada for the moral values it contains. I praise anyone who made the story for bringing up Indonesia’s latest national problem: the lack of attention towards surrounding due to gadget use. I’ve experienced it myself (being ignored for gadget and being chosen second after other people), and believe me, Key (the child in the story) and Nada (the mom, the wife) perfectly resembles what I feel. This is a problem most people have, but too scared to speak about since it is often being done by parents, older people, whom we must respect. I really hope that more people will watch this because I believe this serial can speak what we aren’t brave enough to speak about.

Another thing that I like from this serial is that it implies the idea of the importance of food as a fuel for love. Yep, this sounds cheesy too in my ears, but believe me, we really are what we eat. Back when I was a kid, my grandma (who happens to be the greatest home cook I’ve ever known ’till now) told me that “Love springs from the stomach”. She told me that the reason why she always fed her family with her own cooking is because homemade foods also contains love other than those physiologically-important nutrients. It sounds cheesy, but she’s right. You can feel the difference between restaurant’s food and your mom-made or your grandma-made food; those mom-made or grandma-made food feels like home. And here, on the series, most of their problems are solved by cookies. It seems unrealistic though, but hey, good food can lead to a good conversation–or so they say: good food, good mood.

So, bottom line, thank you Blue Band and Tropicana Slim for pioneering creative audiovisuals to promote health (and your product, of course). I truly enjoy the storytelling, and I really hope that someday in the near future our TV channels will be filled with quality contents like these.

Arrivederci, peeps! Until next week (I guess, ehehe).

2017: A Year of Choices, Wrong Decisions, and Faith


Hello, internet! Months have passed since the last time I post something on this dusty ‘lil blog and it is already December! They say December is “the most wonderful time of the year” and I agree on that since December means holiday. And holiday means free time to do things I really like, blogging for instance, yuhuu!

Just like every December these past few years (except for 2015’s December, I just realize that I forgot to summarize that year into a post), I’d like to summarize my experience this year along with all lessons I’ve learned. Quick story before I start: the movie “New Year’s Eve” inspired me to do this. Having a moment to reflect all deeds I’ve done in a year sounds like a good idea to me. Plus, I need something to do on new year’s eve since I can’t sleep thanks to the bangs (although this one and the last one on 2016 is not written on new year’s eve). So, straight to the points, here we go!

1. On attempting new things: consider the reason why you start thoroughly.

Last year I made a promise to my self to be more selective when it comes to saying “yes” and “no” to new opportunities. This year, I think I’m still unable to select what’s the best for me.

The year 2017 is the year I enter college, therefore the year 2017 is the year I discover lots of things. By “lots of things” I mean a lot. One of those things is these amazing people whose “personal brands” are outstanding and that make me feel smaller and smaller and even smaller.

In college, it is very easy to define people: John Doe the president of organization X, Richard Roe the entrepreneur, Jane Doe the researcher, etc. Those people have participated on international conferences, joined nationwide summit which made them have new acquaintances, attended talk shows as the key speaker, and so on. It seems like they have reach the front door of success at a very young age (oh please, none of them are above 25!). But above all, those outstanding people possess something not everyone have: the power to give good impact to wide range of people.

I want to be one of them. To be someone whose presence is not only as another plus one; to be someone whose presence can be a great impact to lots of people.

I realize that to find the definition of someone, to be well-known at a particular field, or just to be able to contribute to the society via a certain field, someone must be competent and professional. And to be those two, I also believe that experience is the best catalyst. Experience can be gained through formal studies, taking extra classes, being a part of a community filled with bunch of people with the same interest, being a committee of an event, and so on, depends on what field you want to master. That way, you’ll become an expert on your field and you will be like one of those outstanding people who can contribute a lot.

And that is where I went wrong.

Just because most of those people I met are committees of something or researchers of something doesn’t mean that I must go through the same path as they did. Everyone has their own field and every field have its own stage at the end of the path. I figured out lately that having “what field I want to master” or “what field is the most beneficial if I master it” in consideration is not enough. “Want” and “beneficial” are what make those not quite right. When you only have those two in considerations, when you finally meet an obstacle on your way, if your will is not strong enough, it will be easy for you to give up.

I figured out lately that “what field I’d love to master” is what should really be considered. When you’re in love with something, you will fight for it despite all the hardships that come to you. You’ll face obstacles with a light heart and you will still be happy. Forget about long-term benefits; your happiness must be prioritized because…

2. Happiness is what truly matters.

It doesn’t matter whether what you’re doing is beneficial for you or whether what you’re doing can fund seven generation of your descendants, if that makes you unhappy, ESCAPE THAT TOXIC JOB OR ACTIVITY IMMEDIATELY! What makes life precious is the small happiness you get on random occasions. When you’re older, the moments you’ll remember are the moments when you’re having a conversation with your best friends, not those moments when you’re studying all night without a break to get straight A’s! I’m not against studying, trust me, I support it fully. But, sometimes we just need a break. Life should be balanced, isn’t it?


I need to keep this one in mind more. I often forget this one because I’m often too focused on my long-term goal, duh.

3. On befriending people: it is always about quality over quantity!

I’ve been on my most comfortable zone these past three years. The people who surround me are the best kind of people. They always bring the good side of me, and when I’m not, they’re still there to handle me. Long story short, they’re the best kind of friends I could’ve asked for.. we just clicked. Thank you!

Stepping into college means I must get out of my comfort zone. I don’t get to hang out with my old friends everyday though we still communicate regularly.

For exchange, I get to know new buddies from different parts of this country. They’re cool people with different backgrounds. They have interesting stories to tell and I respect them for how they struggle to enter college. But still.. it is not that easy to click with them.

In college, I also met various people whose personality make me shakes my head.

I met someone who take advantages from me. Don’t get me wrong, I like being beneficial to people. I love to take part in someone’s life as someone who helps them. But.. being that someone who is contacted only when being needed.. that’s not what I want. I’m here to also make friends, you know, not only to be someone’s helper.

I also personally met these bunch of people who talk politics and other sensitive topics to strangers. I don’t mind if those topics are being discussed just for the sake of knowledge, but these people, these bunch of people, even try to penetrate their ideologies to strangers. Yes, to strangers, duh! I don’t know about other people, but I think it’s inappropriate. Political views, religious views, and other similar things are private things and better be discussed in private too.

Bottom line, I now know that I really need to be selective when it comes to befriending people. There are lots of toxic people out there and I should do my best to not allow them spoil me in any kind of way. Befriending lots of people is good, but make sure to only have the best kind of people in your inner circle!

4. Stop thinking and just do your best to chase what you love!

This year’s greatest lesson is that I need to think less and care less (of what people think). This year’s greatest mistake is that I think too much ’till I forgot to listen to my heart. I think too much about possibilities and advantages ’till I forgot to consider my passion in my decisions. That made me really unhappy and that drove me a little mad for a moment.

This big mistake I made is not easy to fix; This is the kind of mistake I need to get along with. And I don’t really know how to face it; I have never made a mistake this big in my life.

But, to think… was it really a mistake? Or isn’t it just me who is still unable to see the good in His plans? Who knows, maybe it is the latter. I don’t know about you, but I believe that every thing that has happened, happens, or will happen in this universe is already planned by Him. And I also believe that He is The Best Planner of All.


This brings us to the last (big, major, notable) lesson I learned this year:

5. Stop having what if-s, start having what’s next-s.

Having what if-s in life won’t help us anything, really. Having what if-s turns us into an ungrateful person. It will also make us hate ourselves more and that will be counterproductive. Mistakes are made in the past… so what? There’s nothing we can do regarding to the past.

All we can do is to plan something to mend our future, and that’s the only thing we need to do. It is easy to say and I know that it is so hard to execute, but I believe we can do this. We can go through this!

So, arrivederci people! From now on, let’s hustle!

The Question Only Time Can Answer


What’s your plan for the next 20 years?

That is the question I must answer as a consequence of being a newly registered medical student (not really, never in a million years I’ll be entitled as a doctor). As someone who entered med school for the knowledge it provides and not for the curing license it gives, I have no plan at all. Therefore, this question haunts me day and night as the deadline of the task is not getting any longer.

Wherever and whenever I try to arrange the plans I’ll provide as an answer to that one particular question, I have flashbacks of a quite enlightening conversation I had with some friends. We  were sitting in my class on a one fine afternoon after school. Out of nowhere, someone asked me why I consider choosing health nutrition as the major I wanted to excel in although I had a greater passion in something else (communication). Long story short, I told them that I chose it because I believe it is the most logical thing to do; it is the all-in-one package of things I want to study.

In the university I enrolled in, the health nutrition major demands us to study diverse topics (which I’m interested in): communication, management, psychology, and philosophy. I’ve seen other majors’ curriculum and none of those are as diverse as health nutrition’s. Since I’m totally aware that college is expensive and it is more likely to be a chance of a lifetime, I try my best to pick the major that gives the greatest reliever for my thirst of knowledge.

At that time, I shared my worries to those who were there. I told them that I was in a dilemma: should I follow my heart (which will more likely lead me to the thing I’m really passionate about) or should I follow my brain (which decided to think logically)? At that time, my inner self rooted for my brain as it has more pros instead of cons. However, never had I before imagined my self being a nutritionist, telling people to live healthy while I myself prefer greasy lamb chop than carrots and broccoli.

Probably pitying me for drowning in my own worries, a free-spirited friend of mine spilled his opinions out, “You cannot decide who you want to be from what undergraduate major you choose. Undergraduate studies only carve the way you think. What you’ll be is decided once you study in postgraduate school.”

You see, he and I are nothing alike. All my life, I used to have a life-long plan. I had always known what school I want to study in, I had always discovered what I wanted to do in life. But him? He is some kind of a free-spirited artist. He never really thinks his life through, but somehow he managed to keep himself afloat in this deadly current named life. He enjoys his life to its fullest while I focus on the present deeds I must do in order to secure my upcoming happiness in the future. Although I understand his principles, I always find it hard to imagine my self having those as mine.

However, that time, I kinda trust his words. Maybe I found it true, or maybe I was too desperate looking for words that can soothe me. From that day on, I change my perspective. I won’t let my major steers my future; I’ll use my major as a vehicle to reach my future.

So, right now, by the time I write this, I don’t have any detailed plan or grand ambition when it comes to my life as a health nutrition stud (I haven’t even had a single class!). When it comes to my life as a health nutrition stud, I just want to start college, learn new things about a particular thing I’m interested into, and see whether it works for me or not. If it works, sure, I’ll try my best to excel in it. If it doesn’t, maybe I’ll try other things. As Rumi said:

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.

However, I still have lots of ambitions outside my life as a health nutrition stud. Since I’m aware that I’m a little bit derailed, I’m not going to rush to make things happen. I’m not going to take it hard on my self, too. From now on, I’ll try figure out how my vehicle works out before using it on a journey in an alien terrain en route to my ambition. Yet, it is still possible that someday I’ll grow an ambition in the “health nutrition land”.. who knows?

This time, I’m a little bit relaxed because I used to be in some kind of competition (competing to get the best junior high and high school in town) and now I’m not. College doesn’t work that way. In college, I believe success is no longer defined as “accepted in the school of your dream” or “stand out among others”; to me, the definition of success has transformed into “live happily and be the kind person you want to be“.

Well, maybe this is just a rambling from someone who entered a major due to logical reasons instead of any magical callings from the inside, but I’ve witnessed lots of friends who half-heartedly choose to stay in a major he or she doesn’t like because of harsh reality and I hope this helps (although, praise the Lord, I don’t stand on their shoe, so maybe this is not too accurate)(plus, I consciously choose my major as the vehicle of my choice).

So, to answer that haunting question, can I say that I can’t? I have never been a 38-year-old woman and I don’t know what I’m going to do when I’m at that age. The age 38 is still 20 years away from me; for an 18-year-old girl, that age feels indistinct. And.. within those 20 years, anything can happen. Life requires people to open doors that lead to lots of opportunity; life is full of plot twists and surprises. Sometimes we can go straight to our destination, but sometimes we need to take a detour just for the sake of life lessons. That question can only be answered by time with the help of sudden inspiration.. and I cannot be forced to answer it right away. So, instead of planning it down to every details, why don’t we just focus on walking down the road?

oh how I want to write this on my paper

Parts of Me Were Made by You


“Hey, what are you thinking?” said the girl who wore long white dress with laces.

“Oh. Um… hey?” answered the girl who wore long black velvet dress. “Right before you came, I was thinking about how gorgeous this dress fits me.”

“You look so beautiful in that dress. I’ve always known that you would be beautiful if you made time to take care of yourself, but I’ve never thought that you will be this beautiful.”

The girl who wore long black velvet dress shrugged. Her palms were sweaty. “Thank you, I guess. Well, I won’t be this beautiful if you hadn’t give me this dress of yours. So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sister,” she said with her sweet signature smile. Not too broad, but enough to comfort the disturbed hearts of those who get the chance to witness it.

“I was also thinking about you, you know? I wasn’t expecting to receive this dress this soon. I wasn’t expecting at all.”

“Well, life is full of surprises, I think you already know.”

“Yeah, I do.” But this bitter surprise? I hate it.

“Besides about this dress-and my other fashion items that no longer suits me-I gave you, what thing about me are you thinking of?”

“I was also thinking about your profession. I believe that you’re going to be one hell of a human’s-mind-and-heart healer. You’re so kind and sincere, I believe lots of people will be delighted to have someone like you to talk to.”

“That’s very nice of you to say,” she blushed. “I’ve never known that you’re such a romantic person.”

“We don’t really know each other well, do we? I didn’t really recognize your age until today, I don’t know your future plans, I don’t know whether you have someone on your mind or not. I didn’t even know that you left home for that final test for months!”

“Fair, then,” she said with a nod of agreement. “But you know why I chose to devote my self in the field I studied, right?”

“Sure! I know your reason. I also know the reason why your blog’s background is black, and the origin of your blog’s name. Believe it or not, I still remember that you once want to live in Paris, Marseille, and Lyon.”

Her eyes brightened. “You do know me, after all!”

“Although we barely speak heart-to-heart, I’m your little sister, after all,” she let a downcast smile slipped through her lips.

“You are, and you will always be.”

They stared at each other for a moment. Both drowned in their own waves of emotion; joy, excitement, sorrow… all mixed in one and couldn’t be distinguished. Those emotions blended together and one couldn’t show up alone without bringing the others. They became a new kind of emotion nobody ever named.

The girl who wore long black velvet dress broke the silence. “I love you, you know. I adore you. I admire you. I’m grateful for having a great sister like you.” She started sobbing. “And I’m sorry that we rarely speak to each other, mostly because we rarely make time to meet each other. Sorry for being so distant. Sorry for taking you for granted all these years.”

“Why do you tell me all these now?”

“It’s better late than never. I know that this is very late, but I just wanted you to know.”

“Without you being this blue today, I already know. Thank you for giving me things I need instead of giving me things I want,” she said as she was about to leave. “Just promise me one thing, will you? Take care of yourself. Be bold. Say ‘I love you’ although it makes things awkward. I don’t want you to have this kind of conversation with other people. Let me be the last person you have this kind of conversation with.”

A pause. The girl who wore long black velvet dress couldn’t think of a proper goodbye since they had never had say a proper hello to each other. She hadn’t finished saying hello. And, so, she closed her eyes. She imagined reaching her sister in her arms, hugging her for the first and last time. I will, I promise. Thank you, I love you, and see you later, she whispered in her sister’s ear. She still hold her for another minute and when she was ready, she opened her eyes. Her sister had gone from her sight.

But never from her heart.

in memoriam, seven months later
so that it won’t happen again

and for those who I often talks to
I hope you all realize that I adore you
without me having to tell you

Separate Ways


“Hey! Long time no see!” he shouted. From afar, I saw him waving and quick-walking toward me.

“Hey! Oh my God, how long have it been?” I said, still surprised. He seemed different. His hair had grown longer, his smile was broader than the last time I saw him. However, he was still the same person as the one I met three years ago. The same quirky funny tall guy.

“Umm.. was it… wait… umm… oh God, I can’t remember! It must’ve been such a long time ago, wasn’t it?” He sounded a little apologetic, probably for not remembering that tiny detail. However, I wasn’t even mad; I did forget too.

“Yeah, it was.” I know, I’m terrible at small talks.

Both of us still stood in the middle of the crowd, watching the star of the show as it entertained those party-goers.

Suddenly, with a cup of whatever he had in his hand, he turned toward me and said, “Anyway, from now on, it will be longer, isn’t it?”


“Us. All of us. We won’t meet in a very long time, are we? We’ll be going on our separate ways.”

And that’s all it takes to break my inner layer of walls down. He’s right. That day might be the last day I saw him for a very long time. That day might be the last day I saw anyone, forever. Who knows.

“I’m going to quote Charles Dickens: is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?” Kinda rhetorical, I just wanted to know how he react to it.

“Sometimes it is better to be lonely since the beginning than to be lonely twice. But… I don’t know. Hadn’t I have the chance to be a part of this, whatever this is-life maybe?-, I wouldn’t have met her, the love of my life, my wive,” he pointed her, the gorgeous and perky soon-to-be-ex roommate of mine. “So, maybe this is not too bad?”

I shrugged, “I think it is better to be lonely since the beginning. Being left alone sucks, you know? I love leaving waaay better than being left.”

“Hey, I know you’re upset to have her moving out to move in with me and I know you hate this kind of goodbye-apartment shindig, but let me tell you this: people will always come and go, you can’t have control on it. However, people with great distance between them can still keep in touch as long as they care for each other. The deal is not to go on an extra mile in keeping touch with everybody; the deal is to get some people who will also reach to you,” he said, lecturing me in the middle of this crowd, “And… we will always reach to you, you know that. The awful feeling of being left sometimes worth the experience.”

His answer still couldn’t comfort me as I know that people will also change as time goes by. Soon they will forget me and I will forget them too. Human relationship is nothing more than about having people to talk to for a while and then loosing them for the rest of our lives.

But maybe he had a point. Maybe all of this is worth the experience.

“Thank you, Tyler. Love Tanya for me, will you?”

“Sure, Aislinn, I will. See you later?”

“See you later, someday.”