You spent some time, years actually: from a little kid going to kindergarten to a high school student, figuring out what you really want to do for the rest of your life. You found that one thing you think you want to do for the rest of your life. You involved yourself in the process, but then some things took an unexpected turn; things did not go your way, questions pop up here and there. “Did I make a right decision, choosing this? Becoming this?” — There will be times of difficulties, struggles, doubts; some come from within, some come from outside. You will be tired most of the time, the hangover from too much studying, facing stressful days every day in a week, facing many types of people, new sorts of problems, the inner battles… but, you have to be consistent in what you have chosen. You chose this. You must not fail yourself. Be strong. You can do it.
Z: I’m going to meet people tomorrow
A: So what?
Z: I’m afraid
Z: They’re going to be my patients, they need me
A: And you need them
Z: Yes, yes…
A: Have you prayed?
Z: I have
A: Have you read the Quran?
Z: I haven’t
A: Have you study?
Z: I am now
A: Don’t forget
Z: Forget what?
A: Read the Quran, today
Z: I will
A: Okay. You can do it
A: You’re capable. It’s gonna be alright
Z: I know. I’m just anxious
A: Don’t be. Trust Him. He’ll make a way
Z: He will. Of course, of course. Thank you
Teman-teman, saya akan rindu sekali dengan kalian nanti. Sama seperti beberapa orang sebelum ini. Nanti, kalau rindu sudah tidak dapat dibendung lagi, izinkan saya untuk mengirimkan doa lebih banyak untuk bisa bertemu. Tapi kalau bertemu itu tidak mungkin… please be good.
Why do you write?
Because I want to remember.
Why do you want to remember?
Because remembering keeps me human and interesting.
You’re Somebody Else (both the rhythm and the lyrics) is so good, in combination with an amazing music video — my favorite this week! The music video is using colors that I like. It reminds me a lot with human anatomy, dendritic cells, synapses, neurotransmitters — just parts of ourselves. A great reminder for me to start studying again on Wednesday, Matrikulasi Predik part II (since my certificate expired this month, I have to retake the matriculation to renew my certificate, but no need to retake the exam because I have passed it alhamdulillah); wish me luck!
Shallow by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper is also one of my likings! I had no idea that Bradley Cooper can sing before… this is a power duet. This song, in particular, is so emotional… I’m falling, in all the good times I find myself longing for change and in the bad times, I fear myself. So excited for the movie (A Star Is Born)!
P.s: I cannot wait to end this almost year-long suffering that is undergrad thesis making. I hope everything goes well this week, I wish good things happen this week. Bismillah…
Happiness sells, I get it. And we aren’t always happy. And maybe that’s the reason why we buy it. Going extra miles to find it. Leaving the rest just to be with it. But you see, we aren’t always happy, and maybe that’s the point.
You don’t have to be happy all the time. If you’re always happy then I think “happy” will lose its meaning. But I don’t want to romanticise sadness either. Or anger. Or disappointments. It’s just… everything has their own portions. Balance is good. Contentment is key. I hope you find yours and me too.
I was just scrolling through instagram posts when I decided to click on the stories of people I follow. One story from a fellow debate club member bothered me. He was posting a chapter of a book. The next day, just like what I usually did, I clicked on people’s stories as I sat comfortably in my room after coming back from campus. The same person, this time, updated a different part of (maybe) another book.
I started to get very curious and opted to pay an extra attention on this person’s instagram stories. The day after that, he was posting another chapter of, as I guessed, a different book. I was wow-ed. I then decided to send him a direct message to ask him about his stories. I received a reply.
The name is Sabiq Muhammad, a second year law student in Universitas Islam Indonesia. I asked Sabiq on Instagram, how many books he finished in a week? (while guessing that maybe he finished around two or three books) his answer, however, was not what I expected. Sabiq admitted he finished a book a day, every week. He called it; a hobby.
“I read a book, a day. It just happens to be my hobby,” I then asked him has the hobby brought some improvements in his everyday life since his hobby happens to be reading — cultivating new pieces of information and interesting facts about things in this expanding universe. His answer was very honest, he first answered the question with the type of books he likes to read. His preferences are philosophy and novels. “I like to read books, I prefer to read books than to do other activities. Well it does make me tend to be antisocial, since I’m too busy enjoying myself, reading,” Sabiq then continued on explaining the impacts of his hobby that he started to develop during his second semester in the uni, he told me that he usually save some money to buy books, minimally he bought 4 books every week,
“from the philosophy books that I read, I have grown into a person who enjoys my every day life, because it affects my way of thinking and how I feel about myself. I think its safe to say that I feel more independent, due to the influence of the psychoanalysts as well.”
“my activities are only few; sleep, wake up, read books. I think that my hobby is not useful for other people,” he ended that one with a laugh I think since the whole conversation took place on instagram direct. “people can say that I’m actually an unproductive person, well maybe the right term is… less productive. Besides from reading books, my other hobby happens to skip classes because of oversleeping.” I laugh on that one, its nice that Sabiq admitted this flaw regardless of the fact that he agreed to have our conversation posted on my blog.
I then asked him, “what are the title of your favourite books? oh also, the title of the last book you read?”
“I like Pram Tetralogi Pulau Buru (Bumi Manusia, Anak Semua Bangsa, Jejak Langkah, Rumah Kaca), I also like Marx’s Concept of Man by Erich Fromm,” I did not recognise the titles and felt like I have a lot to learn from Sabiq (and the books he read). “As of the book I’m reading now is written by M. Zaenal Arifin, titled Metateori Redefinisi Subjek Slavoj Žižek.” The title of the book Sabiq mentioned was also alien to me, I did not proceed to ask more about the book, decided that I have to do some learning on my own first then perhaps, consider asking.
The lesson learned,
I want to start this discussion by saying, reading is important, but I know for sure that everybody knows that. Instead, I want to say, developing good hobbies is vital and healthy. In Sabiq’s case, he decided reading would do it. For some other people, it might be reciting the Quran every day, or going to the gym, or writing a blog post, or going for a swim every Wednesday afternoon.
I have come across the idea that even though Sabiq and I share the same interest (toward reading, that is), I did not set a target upon it, unlike Sabiq who targeted to finish one book in one day and to do it on daily basis. Setting the target makes it easier for people to shift their interest/hobby into a habit. The difference of hobby and habit is that; a hobby is an activity one’s like doing in one’s spare time — it requires effort. Habit, on the other hand, is a set of behavior/actions done on a regular basis.
Sabiq’s status quo is that he already managed to make his hobby, reading, a habit. He finds it no problem to finished a book in a day because he has accustomed his brain to this repeated activity. Even though the activity may now become effortlessly done, Sabiq’s can still get new insights and information from his habit. He, too, now can develop new hobbies and still be making efforts to do things that interest him.
In my case, finishing a book in a targeted time of time is a non-existing activity (unless its related to my study and is required by my faculty, then I’m on board, making efforts). I read ONLY when I want to and finished the book ONLY when I feel like doing it. No target sets. Excuses are here and there. For example, I have been postponing on finishing Aan Mansyur’s Melihat Api Bekerja, simply because I only read it when I feel like I’m in a movie, when I go on road trips or after I took a ride to Mount Merapi. Oh and I have the book since 2016. Different scenario applied to Gita Savitri’s Rentang Kisah, since I was curious about the book and wanted to prove that its overrated, I finished the book in one sitting, less than 2 hours reading.
The inconsequence of doing what interests me is the root cause of why as per today I’m still unable to shift my interest to a hobby, then to a habit. I think some people have the same problem as me, thus, I believe its important to do what interests you by setting a target and to at least do it weekly, then biweekly, then maybe, every day. Also, keep in mind, the only way to do a great work is to love what you do! (Steve Jobs)
Well, we have reached the end of this post. I know that the post is lacking here and there, but I hope you and the people reading this have come to the realisation that having a good habit is good. Also, I hope you went to the gym today, plan to work out tomorrow, read a book, read the Quran and always healthy!
The people who followed me on twitter might be missing me on their timelines now that I had officially deleted my twitter account. As for the people who are following me on instagram may have (or may not) realised that I have deleted my photos. The impulsive act was the result of days of contemplating the importance of presenting my life to the people I may (or may not) know and the significancy it has brought towards my conflicting soul.
Before we go into the in-depth explanation of why I chose the title as it is, please bear in mind that this is a purely subjective post. With that regards, some may agreed and some may view this post differently and that’s alright. After all, differences are what bring colours to this seemingly black and white world…
A few days before taking the step to delete my precious twitter account and eradicate my photos on instagram, I stumbled upon a video by CollegeHumor. The video outlined the idea that some instagram users value their posts more than what it is and how some people are using instagram to get affirmation/validation from other fellow users. I was dumbstruck. Even though the video was intended for entertainment and of course, humor, I can feel that it also functioned to ridicule — well maybe ridicule is too strong choice of a word, but more like… to quip some people, maybe including me.
I was a religious user of twitter. I loved my twitter account as if it was my own baby. Born on September 2nd 2010, it would have been to elementary school if my twitter was human. Twitter and I were inseparable. I read my timeline like a suffocated person gasping for air, twitter was my main source of real-time information. What I gain were all informations and knowledge, but what I share… not really. I share everything, everything from important issues to unimportant things like “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, I’m bored” on twitter. When I went to school, I updated it, when I got home, I updated it, when I was angry, I tweeted it, when I was sad, I tweeted it. My twitter was like my sacred temple that was not so sacred, because anyone could just open it up and judged what kind of person I was, until I decided to go private. I had over 1200 people following me on twitter, some were real people some were spam accounts who had access to my whatever I shared.
I clung to my instagram posts, as if they were Da Vinci’s Monalisa or Gaudi’s Casa Milà. I started my account on 2012 but became an active user on mid 2014 when I started studying in my current university. Upon starting my account, I already had the vision on how my instagram should look like: black and white filter only. The idea surfaced when I first post the photograph of my parents and I looking all happy and sweet in black and white filter (but it was unintended, at the beginning) — the black and white filter made the photo looked a bit boring which was the contrary to the reality. It was one of the most fun times I’ve ever had with mom and dad. After that post, I realised that people might assume or even judging our lives from our posts, and I wanted to follow that story, by sharing things in black and white and had them assumed that my life was also plain, black and white — just like that instagram filter. That was the initial idea, but as the time went by… I have formed this strong odd bond with my account.
I was exposing my liabilities and took a very great pride in it. The kind of things I shared was not like to embrace body positivity kind of posts but more about the tornados and hurricanes that were happening in my life and most of all, it was all about me, complaining and being ungrateful — basically acted like a snob. They were not positive. The problem worsen when instagram launched the instagram story feature that allow anyone to share anything on a 15 seconds video limit that would be kept for 24 hours. I went crazy. Some other people went crazy. Maybe this had to do with the fact that it would only be kept for 24 hours and the reassurance that it wouldn’t be there forever that people (including my old self) share whatever they want and exposing their lives to people who did not even know them (but I think partly this was influenced by the lifestyle majority of people are adopting today, the reality shows and entertainers who even had a show about their life, but do consider that not all of us are the Kardashian, alright?).
On the second layer, I became sort of addicted (I don’t know the word for this, I’m one level under addiction) to other people’s posts. The endless scrolling experience, from the morning I wake up to before I went to bed, I had to scroll the instagram, I had to scroll twitter timeline, see what people were doing with their lives (some people share too many stories, sometimes I thought to my self, maybe this what others feel too when I done the same thing. Thank God I did not over-share my ideals, my thinking and shove it down other people’s throat like some people I’ve seen — which is one of the reasons why I now rarely open my instagram), compared it to my own and went to bed with a heavy burden on my shoulder that I was an underachiever and more often than sometimes ended up wide awake, cursed myself and looked for ways to get back to sleep. I cannot help but to linked this feeling to the story of assassination of one of the presidents of USA — it was like being shot and knowing that I had been shot but was unable to locate the position of that exact bullet, with other people also unable to locate it — there is hope for cure and regaining health but the bullet had already poisoned my body and ended up leaving me dying — like what happened to President Garfield. I know it seems wrong to somehow equate myself with President Garfield but I couldn’t help but to link my feeling to his story. The toxins from questioning my self-worth from this virtual platform sometimes made feel very inferior and cost me my self-esteem. When I wanted to post a photo with an inspiring caption to be a better person, an achiever in life or to improve one’s self I felt like I was being a hypocrite because the motive behind that post was questionable: was I doing it for me (to help me boost my confidence), or was I doing it for the fame (just so I could be compared to other “inspiring” people on instagram) or was I doing it simply because the post held an important lessons and values and people got to know; but then again I thought, was a motive really just a motive or was it a mixture of other intentions? Posting a post on a social networking account that used to be simple and easy then looked a lot like finishing a college application. I felt like if I do not change, I might (figuratively) die.
I tried to change my habit with instagram by taking some time off, took a hiatus for a month or two, or just a week or so, to regain positivity and linked myself back to the people and things that were not virtual. I also have tried changing the types of photos I would share (the one I think hold the most art value) and altered the captions to be somewhat thought-provoking, but I got trapped. I would constantly be checking my account for new notifications and when the likes/comments were not what I was expecting, I got sad. Weirdly sad because I valued the instagram post very highly but found out that others might not. Maybe, this is what Simon Sinek meant when he mentioned that millenials are basically here to “make an impact, whatever that means” — I do not see how sharing a photo of me wearing a hat holding my phone, captioned, “I like hats. and warm hugs!” would impact someone’s life, let alone mine. This basically happened for a few months, I noticed this because I spent a great amount of time perfecting the photo I wanted to share and thinking as if I’m solving a mathematical problem on what to caption it. That was not art, I’m telling you, because sometimes I did not enjoy making it, sometimes I felt I was on an autopilot mode — ah, capture! edit this on vsco! open instagram! add inkwell filter! caption! post! — as if it was a part of a routine and found no novelty in it, or say, no authenticity in my posts… simply because I posted photos in black and white (and had my other photos in black and white) does not make it authentic (even though the captions were authentic especially when I decided to write it as a poems or had an elaborate explanation on why is why).
Then, comes the problem of privacy. I used to have my accounts unprotected, I couldn’t control who followed me online. Now, when I share things online, I think twice on whom I should let see or even peek into my life, think of how many people who possess the piece of information I’m about to divulge — are they worthy of having such information? and if I think they are, do I believe that its safe with them?
I’m thankful for some social networking sites that have the “protect my account” “close-friends” “inner circle” because providing those features alone signify that even the company that runs based on how much people share (bits and pieces of their life), value their users’ privacy, and why shouldn’t I value mine?
To conclude, I would say, using social networking sites are okay. You want to share your life? thats alright. You want to peek into other’s updates and assuming what they’re doing with their life? its okay too. But do consider to have some restriction on what to share and what don’t. Furthermore, your social networking accounts are not who you are, how many likes or followers you have do not represent your worth. Please do not develop a too serious bond with those accounts, use it for fun, not to stress yourself, and if you find yourself stressing over what to post, if I may advise, take some time off and engage with things that are not superficial (what things? thats yours to decide). And again, when posting things on your social networking accounts, think of who you are sharing it with and are they worthy of knowing?
Privacy is something you can sell, but you can’t buy it back.
- Not all my tweets are empty and unfulfilling, I used to have #KulTweetWithZhifa where I shared knowledge and share my ideas, but most of the tweets I shared contained complaints about life and other things I knew I couldn’t change and I had developed this uneasy too strong bond with that account I thought it represented me as a human being. Come to think of it, its not. I decided to delete my twitter account simply to challenge my self to be a more content individual and being more careful about sharing my ideas.
- Not all my photos on instagram stressed me out, one of the sole reasons why I deleted those photos because I wanted to start over and get full control on whom I share my stories with and find my own authenticity.
- I still think that twitter and instagram are great platforms to share good things, I was just not using it to its best potential.
- I think that exposing your privacy is not the same as being authentic.
- The above-written quote in cursive was said by Bob Dylan.
Kadangkala kamu terlalu religius mencintai hal ini dan itu sampai-sampai kamu lupa mencintai Tuhanmu sendiri. Berhentilah sejenak, ambil air wudhu, sholat lalu mengaji. Hidupkanlah hatimu dengan mendengarkan hal-hal yang baik, bersihkanlah hatimu dengan niat-niat ikhlas. Kemudian ingatlah Ibu dan Ayahmu.
Dan satu hal penting yang jangan sampai kamu lupa; jangan pernah biarkan hatimu mati.
Karena kalau hatimu sudah mati, kamu selesai.
After living life for a good 19 years and 9 months, I have the privilege to encounter types of people. the nowadays types I usually somehow fated to meet are stubborn, some have secret motives and some are upfront hateful. I don’t know exactly what turned them into those kinds of people, but I think it might be because they’ve faced some bitterness of life and so they decided to be bitter than the life itself, which is somehow peculiarly acceptable. I also have noticed changes within myself since earlier this year, even though at times I can be so full of emotions and wanting to break everything I touch when nobody sees me, I also feel like I’m more forgiving; in terms of dealing with people, I now have the tendency to analyze what their situation might be and sort of developing the feeling of hudznudzon… but yes, I’ve been let down sometimes. however, after facing a mere 3 weeks of hell last year for the questions in my head I cannot answers and for answers to questions I don’t understand, I decided to be more positive. and I believe in humans around me. I understand that there are times that people might be bad, but like what Anna Frank said;
in spite of everything I still think that people are good at heart.
and I’m hopeful.