Ramadan Kareem

Hello blog, been almost a year.

I don't think I am an emotional person in real life. Of course I shed tears watching/reading some melodrama materials, but angry? Not so much.

Ramadan is beyond abstaining from food and drink. I wonder how I can grow personally this year.

Happy Ramadan!

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Not trying to be poetic but I really don't know a good title to go with this short post.

It is somewhat comforting knowing that some people care about certain aspects of your life more than yourself. I was surprised to heard that there are people who thinks highly of me more than I, a rather prideful being, think about myself. Some other genuinely wished the best for me. Some friends want me to attend their wedding parties. There are also those who is always eager to meet me whenever I am in town. I don't consider myself as being needy, but I am glad that my presence brings a little goodness. I have yet to do thorough analysis on whether my overall presence has positive impacts to other though. Despite the world that constantly looks gloom, are these enough reason to enjoy living? I'd like to think it is.

Because the sky is always more beautiful in Japan

If I have to describe this year with one word, reflective would be the word so far. Not much thing happened, but I've been able to think and contemplate a lot. Which not in anyway less important. So what's next? Translating my thoughts into action I suppose. Not going to be easy, especially after the past not so simple 6 to 7 years. Of course there are plenty of things I could ask more, but right now I am grateful.

I really am.

Somewhat.

So my wish this year is to be granted a just mind accompanied with willpower.

And the sky looks like this these days:

Happy Golden Week.

Catatan (belum) Akhir Tahun

If you don't believe in anything, I don't understand why would you be worried about anything. Or maybe my initial assumption about a person who does not believe in anything was wrong. It takes as much belief to not belief in anything just like someone who believes in something. Probably.

Maybe I should stop writing the Gate 7 style.

Not Existential Enough

I just wonder why are some people not existential enough.

If a writing this short could be published in Blogspot, nothing can't be published.

Untuk Tidak Menjadi Om-om Media Sosial

It's been about a good six months since the last time I posted anything here. Let's admit that my dependencies on social media is pretty high. Not much different than you probably, but I spent a lot of time especially on Facebook. One of my colleague said that some times more than 10 years ago, he and his friends used blog a lot. For what purpose? Mostly updating their days. Now that I fulfill the same need pretty much on Facebook, and therefore I lost my incentives to write here. Furthermore, Facebook doesn't encourage proper writing; thing that blog does obviously better.

Here comes the problem: I absolutely don't want to be part of demographic group that I feel the most awkward with, which is the one I mention in this title (very roughly translated as Social Media Uncle). I hope the term alone is enough to describe what kind of niche they fill in society, because I am lacking any robust definition of them. My friend said that there is no need to worry as we were born in different era, making us very familiar on what kind of role should we act on the internet. Maybe he was right. But what if everyone just become 'uncool' as they age? Or what if what most teenagers think about their parents' generation is true? There we go, the existential question. Whether what I am concerned (such a first world concern) is a specific generation issue, which we are not part of, or if it is a perennial problem.

"The children now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise."

As said by Socrates.

(image courtesy of Encyclopedia Britannica)

Because We Want to Live Forever

I couldn't remember the detail, but once I was having a rather weird conversation. I lied about being only once in a rather weird conversation, but this one was slightly more interesting than the other weird conversations. The conversation goes by:

"Suppose sex does not feel good, will you ever have sex?"

Firstly, I can't validate the truth of the earlier part of the sentence. Probably further explanation about that is not needed. But let's assume that it's true (based on some extrapolation), will you?

I am no biologist, but I do read a little bit of general science. There is opinion (or validated theory?) saying that there is evolutionary reason to why (heterosexual) sex should feel good. They said that it's necessary to make sure that we reproduce. To make certain that our species exist. But what's the point of existing? Like seriously, it doesn't even matter if earth doesn't exist. Or even the whole universe in the first place. Unfortunately it just happens that everything exists and we need to make a sense of everything.

Are you afraid of death? If you ask me, I don't know. I think experiencing pain is not desirable, but death itself is umm... In my belief, death isn't seen as bad as like how death is portrayed by majority of popular media. Surely it can stop you from doing and having awesome things in life such as ice cream and chocolate cake. But it also stops you from doing and having terrible things, which could result in at least discomfort in the world or even worse in the hereafter.

Usually, people are afraid of things that they don't understand. Darkness? Checked. Seafloor? Checked. Death? Obviously! It is said that when we procreate, we pass on our genes. Not every single of them, but at least half in most occasions. So what happen when we have our offspring is that the offspring inherit part of us. Yes, as if we are still alive - partially. But that's not as bad as being completely vanished right? So maybe we have sex because we don't want to die? Very weird indeed.

This post can't get deeper than Mariana Trench at least.

Photo courtesy: National Geographic, I think.