Life

Being senseless

Thank you old blind man. You may be less perfect than me, but you have shown me how not attaching to one of your senses are actually possible to continue life.

Thoughts

Being a minority

When a nut meets its proper bolt or the two pieces of puzzle properly attached, things may seemed ideal. And this ‘ideal fit’ can be quickly perceived as truth.¬†Worse, like a bird born in cage believing that flying is bad, a person born and grew up with given idea will believe that it is the only true idea. Traveling to places where I became part of its minority challenged me to re-question and redefine what constitutes to true and ‘truth.’

Thoughts

Walking, meditate on the move

With all the body senses required, walking is an active, focused and concentrated action. Waking is, to me, meditative.

Life

Happiness is only real when shared

Happiness is only real when shared.

Thoughts

You can be your real (and only) self when traveling solo

One of the reasons I enjoyed traveling solo is to meet strangers. Not only to learn about their life but also to re-learn about mine.

Thoughts

My kind of travel is simple

My kind of travel is simple: coffee, books, local cafe and heart-to-heart conversation with the person in front of me.

Life

The Guru

My guru is nobody or nothing. My guru is everybody and everything. I am my guru and my disciple.

Thoughts

Semangat Lokal untuk Wisata Lokal

Saya akan acungkan dua jempol dan angkat topi untuk pengusaha lokal yang mampu mendirikan jaringan akomodasi dan mengelolanya dengan profesional serta mempekerjakan penduduk setempat.

Thoughts

Percaya pada Masa Depan

Hari ini genap satu tahun saya tak jadi orang gajian. 31 Maret 2010. Hari terakhir saya bekerja. Sore itu saya melewati pintu kantor dengan perasaan campur aduk. Skenario ‘glorious-farewell’ yang saya impikan sejak tiga tahun tak terlaksana. Hari itu tak ada air mata. Saya sengaja minta tak ada acara apapun …

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Negeri ini Punya Siapa?

Tapi, seperti sering saya membatin, kenapa di tempat-tempat seperti ini saya malah merasa seperti tamu – bahkan tamu tak diundang – di negeri sendiri?