Dan mungkin inilah wajah kehancuran yang paling menyedihkan. Bukan saat sebuah bangsa direnggut paksa oleh prajurit dari seberang samudra, melainkan ketika ia disembelih perlahan di rumahnya sendiri.
The thin clouds drift without urgency, painted softly by the fading light, and for a moment the world feels gentler than it has been to me. I find myself wondering if life is only passing through another season of gray.
Despite everything that has happened, there is still a small and stubborn part of me that continues to search for beauty. I don’t know if it’s hope, denial, or simply survival, but it refuses to disappear.
Perhaps the clouds are not meant to stay forever. Perhaps sorrow, like weather, eventually moves on. And perhaps, after enough dark days have come and gone, something good might finally find its way to me.
Ibuku mengajari bahwa bentuk cinta yang paling hebat adalah memberi. Tuhan mengajari bahwa hal paling berharga yang kupunya adalah diriku sendiri. Aku belajar, bentuk cinta paling hebat adalah menyerahkan diriku padamu secara utuh.
I think 2024 taught me enough about love. I gave everything I could, and somehow the ending was still silence; just an unspoken goodbye lingering where love used to be.
I wonder how much of a person must be accepted before they’re considered acceptable? No matter how carefully one presents themselves, there always seems to be something left for others to dislike. What troubles me is the possibility that I’ve never truly been liked to begin with.