Enigma

Everything I see is real, from every sides I stare and think, I always end up at one side: asking. There's a time where people ask too much about their own senses in interpreting meaning of life, they would end up biting their own mind, hoping that thinking would give answers for all the questions. At one part of our existence, human weren't created to find all the meaning through saying, at most part of our existence, human find what they're trying to conclude by experience, whereas word sometimes can't describe it all. Because words, sentences, saying, all the thinkings we try to define through language, are discursive. Yes, it is a trouble, while we can't live and survive without communicating by language.


So this is it, where it's a trouble for me, too much asking within my self and so far, I only can assume an predict some probabilities. The saddest point of thinking is we (I) intend to give hope within, and that's what keeps us stronger/survive without a need to know how it'll appear on the surface, at the end.


This is why people always say that life is a choice, yet, not all of us know for sure the real consequences of it or what it will lead us onto later. There's other saying that tells future is present, I agree with this from the context that we can't tell how our actions today will affect tomorrow or three hours in the future. Our power is just to choose and decide where to go now, what to do now, what should, what needed most, and how to.


Until this second, I profoundly assume that this is it: the enigma, where we are powerless to create our own mystery.







Griya Kania, Kaliurang, Yogyakarta
07 Agustus 2010

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