If it is right, it happens

New York
November 10, 1958

Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.
But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,

Fa

John Steinbeck on Falling Love (Steinbeck: A Life in Letters)

Trapped

I wish it's not just happen in me, do you ever wasting plenty of times for checking what's new on your blackberry messanget recent updates or your twitter timeline?
Yes, I do.
Sometimes I do it when I really have nothing to do but sometimes.. I do it when I actually HAVE to work on something.

I feel like trapped in a 21st-century-tricky-trap.

*throwing phone*

Found this

Look at my serious mimic. Lol.

Dalam keramas

Ketika membasuh busa-busa dikepala dengan air hangat, terpikir sesuatu yang sepertinnya merupakan sebuah kejujuran alam bawah sadar yang naif.
Saya lebih menyesali emosi yang terlepas-lepas tanpa kendali daripada emosi yang tidak pernah terlepas samasekali.


Mungkin memang orang bilang saya phlegmatis, atau apa, atau apa. Bebas. Terserah. The most comfortable form from being me is me being phlegmatic.
Maka kemudian saya keluar dengan rambut basah dan kepala dingin sambil bergumam pelan dalam hati.
Kamu selalu bisa lebih sabar dari apapun kok, ta.


Once I realized a truly strength of mine. And it feels good.

Kidding

A figure dressed in the finest attire
That money can buy
Laiden with assets to make an impression
On a stranger's eye

And he lives in a palace
Surrounded by roses in a perfect picture
He's in deep with the shallow
He's fading cause he can't see the sky

Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you everything
Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you anything
Who are you kidding mister?
I'm so happy that i could sing, yeah
Nobody, you're kidding nobody
Nobody but you

A dinner with twenty people you hate
And they're hating you more
Talking politely, it's all a show
Tell me what is it for?

And your laugh is tale-telling
They follow but you know you're not a funny man
The truth is the meaning
And your life is that you wouldn't have one
If you were poor

Yeah. . .
Such a shame, sir
Such a shame
 
Who are you kidding mister?
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody but yourself

This is one of my favorites Imogen Heap's song.
Born and raised as a 'middle class' always keep me thinking about how the 'upper class' surviving their life. They have anything I didn't have, well I might have things they didn't but lets keep this real.
After I remember Jessie J price tag song and watch some Michael Sandel's philosophy courses from Harvard. That revelation moment come.
Most part of the human being have put a price tag in their life, it is a reality that every born babies have to take that a milk that they must consume, clothes to keep them warm, a doctor that help on the give birth process, had a price. If their parents simply cannot afford them all, in order unable to comply the price, then they could just die. Price, is what human should pay to survive.
The concept of price itself didn't teased my morality value. Some effort must be released for survive, like, hunt out for food maybe. But how the price could replace the presence of life is a different thing, how a number could possibly replace anything is a crazy concept people compliance for.
Take a look at your own life now, imagine if all of your money was burnt into the ashes, so is your gadget, your nice clothes and shoes, your cars, zero saving accounts, what else you still have? Are you sure you still have friends? Are you still have an inner circle you used to in? If this question put you in a doubt, maybe you could start to stop putting a price tag in life. Leave the illusion before there is no any remain but regret.

Yeah sorry for blabber around. I just try to say that, what I want to reach
 is a real valuable life.