Wednesday 13 January 2016

On the thought of existential crisis and life after university



Recently, my friends and i who has just been graduated having a conversation revolving around “so, what’s next?”. a subject about what are we going to do after university. It’s difficult question indeed, because none of us don't really know about what should we do with our lives. And then our conversation widen to subject that revolving around human existence ; the purpose of life, the reason why we live, fate, destiny and other stuff we have no clue about. then i thought to my self that my friends and i are having existential crisis. but, before we step forward to talk about existential crisis, we should understand what it really is. An existential crisis is a moment at which an individual questions the very foundations of their life: whether their life has any meaning, purpose, or value.

This issue of the meaning and purpose of existence is the topic of the philosophical school of existentialism who founded by Soren Kierkegaad and Friedrichh Nietzsche. But we’re not going to talk about those philosophy guy because it’s going to be dense and boring as hell. It isn't an academic journal you downloaded from proquest anyway. It’s simply an opinion, and we’re going to talk more about existential crisis and how it’s affect our lives and our choices.

At some point of human life, we as human being will be aware that we are exist and start asking about our existence. Mostly at early twenties when we are going into early adulthood period. Because at this state we usually have a freewill to choose the kind of life we wanted. And we start asking to ourselves “am i going to the right path?”. Since i was a kid until teenager i’ve been following a normal education system and life would be just fine if you follow it. But then boom! After school you have to make your own decision. And sadly, our education system doesn’t give a lesson about this kind of stuff. They only care about cognitive stuff and human being are measured by numbers. And that numbers sadly, are not going to help much in real life.

I’ve been given lot of thougth about how should i live to the fullest with my short insignificant life. but at that time i totally has no idea about what should i do with my own life. why i exist? What kind of my role in society? what is my dream? What is my goal? What i want to achieve? I have no idea. Does any of us really know what’s going on? I bet even Jokowi didn’t know that someday he’ll became a president. I my self, actually been experienced this since my first university dropout.

At the time i graduated from highschool i have no idea what am i going to do then, so just like another normal person i continued my education to university. Now what kind of degree that would make me smart and employeable.... ? ah engineering. So, engineering then. Fast forward a year later, it turn out that i’m completely have no idea why i’m there and start losing sense of direction. Long story till i decided quit and take another degree which i currently studied now. It’s a risky decision, but for the first time i feel like i’m having control of my life.

Having an existential crisis is quite terrifying, but yet, a beautiful process. Why is it terrifying? Because your mind is busy questioning about “the purpose of reality” and whatever you do in your everyday life became distracted. Or meaningless. Or both. Your mind sink in the downward spiralling blackhole wondering wheter you doing the things right. Lying awake in the night thinking about those stuff is unconvenience.

According to Jean-Paul Sartre the angst and confusion from human kind comes from the lack of knowledge about how to be a human being. Because there isn’t blue print about how should we live.  So, It is terrifying because there is no absolute answer about what really is. But it’s also a beautiful process.

According to people who older than me, It’s a beautiful proccess. That’s because after you experienced this suffering part of your life you’ll be more likely became more aware of your surrounding. You’ll be more symphaty, more emphaty, more aware about injustice, inequality among society and become have better understanding about other’s people restlessness.
In a nutshell, you’ll have a better acknowledgement towards another human being. If you’re start asking about the essence of life eventhough there’s no true answer about it, it’s good. It’s mean you’re a living human being. Cogito ergo sum, which mean “i think; therefore i am”. And when you start to think, it’ll make you curious, and when you curious it’ll lead you to knowledge seeking.

You’ll more likely more eager to learn about anything related with human being ; religion, philosopy, psychology, sociology, art, history and other subject that help you to understand yourself better. And when you apply those knowledge into your life, it’ll became a wisdom. And i believe with wisdom, it’ll easier for us to make a wise decision.

Choices and decisions

Human are live in anguish, not because life is terrible but rather, it’s because we are free. We are “condemneed to be free”. We are thrown into existence, and became aware of our self and have to make a choice. At some point in our life we have to make a major decisions that affect our life ; career choice, marriage, etc. And since we were living in the world where there are no fixed value, we are free to choose whatever life we wanted to be as long it’s morally and socially accepted.

At this point, i believe, we should know and notice that everything that we are going to choose is makes who we are. But the question is ; are we really know what we are going to be? In this state, i would tell a little bit story from our head ministry of maritime and fisheries affairs, Susi Pudjiastuti. Using Rhenald Khasali’s term on his book, Susi Pudjiastuti is a true “self-driver” who choose to drop outed from her junior high school purposively and deciding to live with her own way. But i’m not telling you to dropout from school or what, but the lesson we can learn from here is we have to learn to be a “self-driver” not only became “self-passenger”.

In religion point of view, the reason why we are live is to serve and pray to god. In the capitalist society point of view, a good citizen is the one who contribute for their society and economy. But what about YOUR reason? Now let’s going back to the questions “what’s next? what are we going to do after university?” the answer may vary.

My friend 'A' want to continue his study, taking a school to pursuit master degree in France or Netherlands or Australia or Japan or somewhere else i don’t quite remember. My other friend want to work in multinational company, collecting money to propose and marry his current girlfriend. But some other are deciding to join Indonesia Mengajar, living abroad in somewhere remote place, teaching kids and inspiring them, in the hope for a better Indonesia. This one friend want to be an activist in some NGO, raise an issue and try to fix it. My other friend want to start a coffee business, learning more about coffee and get some loan to start his business. While my other friend want to continue his indie band, make another music, create an album, going to tour in several cities.

I learned a lot from them, and they have their own reason why they choose their life path. They became the best version of themselves. I always love to see the world from different eyes. Beside, like Pramoedya Ananta Toer’s quote “setiap kerja, yang bukan kejahatan, adalah mulia”. It is, indeed. Well, how about me? Practically, when all my friends are already graduated, i still have a year in university because my first dropout. so honestly, i still don’t have a clear answer about what should i do after university. But whatever it is, i will be honest to my self and choose a choice that isn't what other’s people say it’s good, but rather, for what i believe in my own version it was good even it wasn’t the best. Because after all, what makes us, is from what we’re doing. We makes choices, until our choices makes us.

Blue sky and sunshine are two best cure to mend broken soul

Here now i lay in the grass, reading Travel with Epicurus below the shade of tree and wide blue sky with puff of cotton clouds above. The grass is swaying by the breeze, carrying the unique scent of dirt. It is a time of solitude. An absence of vehicle sounds redefines silence. I only could hear the chirp of the bird filling the air and several conversation from the distant. There are not many visitors today. As far as my eyes sight can reach, i only see 4 camp on the hill across me, painted in colors standing still in the vast fields of grass.  


I stroll the hill beside me. It was a short walk. My friends are already there taking a picture by their phone. In the peak of this hill, what lies beneath our toes is the town of Wonosobo. The town painted in several many colors. Yellow, red, white, brown and blue painted in the roof, surrounded by vast fields and telaga tiga warna in the north. We barely doing anything. We just lay lazily on the grass, staring at the moving clouds and feel the earth rotating on it’s orbit. It was the bliss of not doing anything. The breeze sweep gently. Everyone seems enjoying the moment, some of them closing their eyes, feel the presence of the universe in their mind.







            The sky now became twilight, turn it’s color burst in flame. One after another star start to appear. The wind blow really strong in the night time. The chill penetrate our aching skin. We spend the night talking about life, love and regrets under the gazillion galaxies above us. No fire to heat us. Only a cup of chocolate and friendly conversation. Once in a while i stare at the night sky, spaced out, lost in thought. My friends voices became vague. I feel my presence suddenly insignificant under the stars. I feel microscopicly tiny. I look up into infinite possibilities and realized that there are tons more important things than what we do in everyday life. sometimes we are too absorbed by routine and problems we faced everyday and forget that somehow we are actually the part of the universe. We shared the same atom with galaxies that millions years light speed far away from here. Mind blowing isn’t it? The more i stare at the sea of stars the more realized that my life is insignificant. It’s quite depressing but also relieving. Knowing your problem means nothing compare with this infinite possibilities. broken heart can be mend, regrets can be learned, the lost of the loved one can be healed. Because anything is possible.

            Few hours has pass eversince. We decide to catch the sleep early because the weather getting colder. We slept and awake at the dawn, waiting for a new day to begin. We hike the highest hill, staring the golden sun rising upon the valley. 


For me, what’s matter most from the journey is not what happen in the outside, but what matter most is how you can perceive the world around you from inside. How you can see life from different perspective, how you meet new people and learn about how they see the world. You need to spend some time in another land, among people that things differently than you. Travel makes the world looks new. I always loved the quote from the book Steal like an Artist, it says : “Go travel, because soon when we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes anything.”  

Monday 11 January 2016

Dream Journal



I don’t know how it’s start but the first thing I remember is when I was in my dream, I woke up in my parent’s room. It was dawn when I woke up. I notice the vague vivid light shone from tiny window near the ceiling. Then I took a bath and getting ready for school. I look at the mirror and see my reflection. My hair grew long, just like what I currently have right now. I was already wearing my high school uniform at that time. I don’t know why, but then all of sudden my heart was filled with joy. I was really happy because I’m able going back to my high school. Then I remember it was Monday and I’m afraid because in my high school, we’re not allowed to have long hair. In this manner, every monday there’s inspection during flag ceremony. Immediately, I asked my mom about it. My mom said “what are you worried? You are already in college now”. I realize about it, and feeling a little bit disappointed because I love my high school. But I decided continue to wear my high school uniform instead.

All of sudden I was walking to my high school. I stop and checked my phone. I open snapchat, there’s a girl admire me. It turn out it was one of my friend in the college.

I end up in a mall. I step to the escalator which made from rock. In the left side of the escalator there is a waterfall and two people playing baseball. The ball were accidently throwed over me, I tried to catch it but I failed. I continue to walk with some friends I don’t remember who they are. i went to the fifth floor and going back again in rock escalator. One of my friend has a baseball glove on his hand. He tried to catch the ball that were throwed towards him. he able to catch it. I envied him because he able to catch the ball. I borrowed my friend’s glove. There’s a ball coming and landed in one of the hole in the rock. all of sudden I said “New York!” but I failed to catch, I missed it. Then my friend took it from the hole.

From the distant, suddenly there is a character in video game shooting his riffle gun to us. I ran, thinking what video game character I should summon. I found a Tamiya and it’s track but I couldn’t summon it because it was a toy car and not a video game character. I continue to exploring the mall. I went to higher floor, and I found a XXI Cinema. I saw it from the distant but whenever I try to approach it, it disappear out of sight. I asked to the people there “excuse me, where’s XXI Cinema?”
i see it in google and i thought it's quiet representative.
and she said “it was there, go take this excalator”. I ran there but Its not there, the XXI Cinema is not there. All of sudden I was in lobby room. There are some pokemon dolls in there. I took charizard doll, I summon it and became real. I hop onto his back.

But now I was in the car with my friend. I sat on the back. We are looking some food to eat. We passed several restaurant and cafe, but my friend not agree to eat at those restaurant. I remember it was in jalan belimbing in Malang but the street is more dense and look like Braga street in Bandung. Before we can decided to be able find restaurant, I suddenly end up in the middle of exam. I was sitting in the back. I look in the windows, the sky was perfect blue. The teacher is a fat middle aged woman whom I don’t remember who that is. A soccer ball drop from the ceiling and the teacher desk transform into a goal. I ran towards the ball and kick it, teacher couldn’t save it. My friend in the class cheer and congratulate me, but the teacher is angry. “this is not fair” said the teacher. She rumbled few words I can’t quite catch it. I keep smiling and my classmate keep cheering me. I feel like a detective who just solved a murder case. I ripped my shirt apart and the teacher said she was going to sue me. I make a clever argument and she lose. Another teacher, a younger one, enter the class.

“you are clever, what are you studying?” she said 

“engineering” I lied. 

And we going back in our desk. one of my classmate shout “he lied!”. The teacher stare at me as if she want to ask for any validation. I smirk and said “I was studying in Nanyang University” then the teacher said “you are clever, but this grade is not reflecting you”. Immediately I picture myself studying in university library. the vision washed away, I was hanging out with girlfriend (although i currently don't have girlfriend). we were strolling the city. I picture my self living in Singapore.


And then I woke up with the strange feeling of excitement.

Friday 8 January 2016

2:36 AM


I haven’t sleep today. I woke up all night long doing stuff I don’t really need to do, fairly speaking. I’m supposed to study for the exam this morning for the subject I hate the most : politics. I’m supposedly have already finish that subject way back 2 semesters ago, but at that time there are lot of things happen in my personal life and I just decided to take it next year. And voila! Here we are right now. I still couldn’t believe that a year come and away that fast. But I’m not really study anyway. I know I’m supposed to, but I’m not. Alright alright… I know I have an issue here. Instead of study about politics (which I don’t really want to know anyway) I end up continuing writing a fiction short story which I currently working right now. But I just couldn’t finish the story because there always doubt whenever I write. Does this plot make sense? Does my character looks real? How if the reader get confuse?. It kills me. I have an issue on perfectionism. I know I’m supposedly writing honestly, clear and loud sounding my thought. I should be just write and be suck. I mean that’s how we are supposed to live while we’re young doesn’t we? To be suck and make mistake and failure and learn and learn and learn again. Because there are no great thing happen overnight. Anyway, I just find out cool blogs that really interesting. Name is Cassandra Nikki. As far as I know, she’s an Indonesian student which currently studying photography in San Francisco, a city where they put broccoli as the topping for pizza (alright, maybe this part only happen in Inside Out movie). She’s cool though, I like how honest she write in her post, and her photographs are also good either. You can google it and see it by yourself. But the thing I like most is the story how’s she really determined to chasing her dream to live in San Francisco. As I scroll and read more further it turn out that she’s a friend of Alanda Kariza, the current writer celebrity everyone talks about. I know her from one of my friend, Fia Madestie when she show me Alanda Kariza’s newest novel “Beats Apart” when we hang out a couple of days ago in Starbucks. As I study her more further (instead of politic) I discover that she has already write her first book by the age of 15. Fifteen! Can you imagine!? And by knowing that fact is somehow intimidating me because this year I would be turn 23. I feel like my youth slipped away by not doing anything significant. There are lots of gap I should catch. If I were serious catching career as a writer (or at least some work which has relevance on creative writing) first thing to do is to maintenance this shitty blog and make it as a portofolio. I mean, I have several writing in my desktop which I haven’t post yet. and my poems… ah yess… my poems are still scattered away. Remind me to gather all my poems okay? and yeah… I have to learn more about vocabulary and more engrish. Maybe if some engrish teacher come and see my writing here, he/she will be burst in tears because my grammar really awful. anyway, the sun has already out now. I have an exam on 8:20 and I don’t have any idea about how am I supposed to answer all the question later. But meh, life is too precious to worry about little thing.