Monthly Archives: February 2013

Why Do We Even Bother in Life?

No matter how much money we are able to make, how many lives we are able to save, nor how much pleasure we had when we were alive, it will all be lost and gone when we die. Additionally, in the very end, physics states that the universe will end and all life will be extinguished from the universe. As a result, all our efforts, achievement and impact we have no matter how small or big will be erased forever.

Therefore, why do we even need to live? Our presence here on earth is nothing compared to the vastness of the universe. Even if we are somehow able to eliminate world hunger, start a space colony and discover all the secrets of the universe, all of our culture, technology, and cities will be wiped out from the face of the universe never to be seen again by any other sapient creatures or “things” we may not even be able comprehend caused by the next big bang, if there is even going to be one.

In addition, our impact to civilization/society itself is infinitesimally small. There are around 7 billion people in the world and around 155,000 people die in one day. A single life almost means nothing. Additionally, even if we continue living, we are very likely to have very little, if not any impact towards anything in society. And as stated before, even if we are able to somehow positively impact humanity itself, in the end, all of our efforts will be lost forever.

Here’s something to consider: Suppose there was a universe before the beginning of the big bang that contains sapient life. If this civilization had master the art of science and could create utopias and biologically program its citizens to receive unlimited pleasure; in the end, all of its effort would not be more significant to us than another civilization that had destroyed itself. If both civilization have equal significance to us or anything in the present, why do we even have to exist?

So why do we even bother to live? In the end, no matter if you live or die, our existence will be gone.

– beamthegreat – philosophyforums

Hanya Sebuah Coretan Untukmu


“Everybody’s Changing”

You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it, I don’t see how you can
You’re aching, you’re breaking and I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody’s changing, and I don’t know why

So little time, try to understand that I’m
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody’s changing, and I don’t feel the same

You’re gone from here, and soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light, cause everybody’s changing, and I don’t feel right

– Keane –


Senyuman manis dan sambutan hangat bergulir dalam jalannya waktu berubah menjadi kekakuan. Berapa banyak topengkah yang kau gunakan? Aku dan kamu saling melihat dari kejauhan, saling berharap dapat memberikan sentuhan dukungan dan rangkulan sahabat. Sudah berapa jauhkah hati ini terpisahkan?

Tawa kebahagiaan dan warna-warni kehidupan bagaikan putaran film di masa lalu, aku dan kamu dipisahkan oleh tembok-tembok asumsi dan jarak perbatasan untuk saling bertahan. Tidak ada lagi sahabat, aku dan kamu hanyalah orang asing yang bertegur sapa dan bertukar topeng. Mesin-mesin jaman menghiasi detik-detik yang berputar berharap dapat mengisi kehangatan yang hilang, namun aku dan kamu sama-sama tahu jiwa yang sudah terpisahkan ini tidak dapat digantikan.

Entah sejak kapan aku dan kamu saling mengisi jarak, memproteksi diri dengan dalih dan menghiasi wajah ini dengan kedok. Entah sejak kapan aku dah kamu saling membohongi pikiran dan mengkhianati kenangan.

Mata ini sudah tidak melihat dunia dalam 7 warna. Telinga ini sudah menjauh dari frekuensi yang seharusnya. Jiwa ini sudah tidak terpaut dengan jiwamu. Aku dan kamu menjauh dan membatasi diri menuju dimensi yang berbeda. Tidak ada yang salah, mungkin hati inilah yang sudah menolak terlebih dahulu untuk bergandengan.

Dear kamu, aku bisa merasakan rindumu yang tidak pernah terucapkan itu, dan aku hanya mampu mengulurkan tanganku dalam bayangan keabuan yang dinamakan kenangan.

Aku merindukanmu..

You Were Born in a Prison

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You were already in a prison. You’ve been in a prison all your life. Happiness is a prison. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.

Your lover lived in the penitentiary that we are all born into, and was forced to rake the dregs of that world for his living. He knew affection and tenderness but only briefly. Eventually, one of the other inmates stabbed him with a cutlass and he drowned upon his own blood.

Is that it? Is that the happiness worth more than freedom? It’s not an uncommon story.

Many convicts meet with miserable ends. Your mother. Your father. Your lover. One by one, taken out behind the chemical sheds… and shot. All convicts, hunched and deformed by the smallness of their cells, the weight of their chains, the unfairness of their sentences.

You’re in a prison. You were born in a prison. You’ve been in a prison so long, you no longer believe there’s a world outside.

That’s because you’re afraid. You’re afraid because you can feel freedom closing in upon you. You’re afraid because freedom is terrifying. Don’t back away from it.

Part of you understands the truth even as part pretends not to. You were in a cell.

– Alan Moore, V for Vendetta –

That is the point. There is no escape. And we wake up again everyday like it would be a new game .

Isn’t it ironic?

Isn’t it ironic; when you know something is wrong, but there’s nothing you can do to change it.

Isn’t it ironic; when there are so many things that stuck in your head, but you can’t say it.

Isn’t is ironic; you are everyone’s best friend, but no one’s at the same time.

Isn’t it ironic; when you know that you should get out from these shits, but you can’t.

Destiny that knows no equal.

This Is How I Feel

If only you knew how I feel for you;

how I feel when everytime I meet you


how I feel when I see your smile


how I feel when you’re holding me tight

Dandelions under sun rays. Close up.

how I feel when you kiss me

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how I feel when you hold my hand so tight and we walk into the clouds turn the day into the night


and how I feel when you are gone


Where are “you”