Hey, Dude!

How is your life? I hope you are still alive, no matter where you are and what the hell you are doing now.

For God's sake, I must tell you, my life is always overwhelmed by nostalgia. I really like to remember anything that already gone, even for more than ten years. I still remember where I usually spent my childhood in the village behind my residential area. I still realize who is my first crush. It takes only a second for me to mention my friends from elementary until high school. I remember anything. Many things to be exact. So, there's no reason for me to forget you, definitely no, since I just graduated last year.

We knew each other when we were still fresh in uni. We met for a chance in a event. We rarely talked, until I started to join the same community as you. I started, to meet you, again, in a different version of you. You, whom anyone always talked about. You were rich, kind, and helpful. That was what they told me about you. That was you.

I don't really sure you accept everyone as your friend. Maybe just a few of them and you can count by fingers friends who you really believe can listen to your stories, can be willing to receive some of your burdens. Oh God, you really need lots of friend for sure. You've been always wanting to show your strength, as if you never had hardiness and got down. You act like nothing's happened in your life. Like your life, family, and other things always living in harmony.You lie. But I assume you are a bad liar, because we know what you hide. We know when you get upset, even we can't exactly identify your problem. But, after all we know and accept you wholeheartedly, then you never give us a chance to listen to your story? Is it really fucking hard? Or is it your pride who play your ego?

I don't know and at this point I can say I don't care.

We met for a second chance. Still in campus life. But in the name of project. Whatever the project named, yeah let's say it is a project between me, you, and some other friends. I am the one who believe that everything's happened for a reason. For reasons to be exact. There are some reasons why we chose you. You gave us a beautiful idea whenever we got sucked. You gave us a ride because none of us can drive as well as you. You gave us your house to make us gathered. You gave us information that we never known before. You brought happiness. You colored our journey and you already poured much things in this project..before you suddenly out and make me never want to meet you. Anymore.

Each person has their own color, including you. That's why all of us has a colorful life. If I could imagine, we were born only with one color. As we grow up, each person we meet will give us color, some will bring more than one. You give us the red, because you are actually brave, yet sometimes you are coward as hell.  You gave us yellow, because we always waited for your coming. When you came, we would happy as much. But, again, after all you gave us these, you poured the black. Until we never remember your colors are actually beautiful, like you. You gave us a mess. You were down, us too. We fell deeply. Blaming anything. The thing you must know: not only you who messed up, us too. One of us was willing to back you up. But another gave us a shit by a sudden excuse. There was hard asshole, that I could only talk with one of our friend while others are busy in their own world. Who the hell want this project is getting bigger someday? You? You guys?

You can keep my promise, despite the fact that always love stalking, but I don't really care your burden. But, just tell us whenever it hits you. We will give you a time. But never abuse our opportunity by leaving us too long. Of course you should have to ensure every of your job is going properly. BUT WHY YOU NEVER DID THESE?

That's why I hate you. I'm truly, deeply, and definitely disappointed.

I am not sure you will read this, but if you read this. I hope you can take time for learning from what's you have done.

Face yourself, your life, your family, any kind of your problems. You are human, you can socially interact including sharing your burden. You was not born to be strong every time, but to learn every time. You are not an angel, nor a martyr. Just accept the way you are. Learn, and never leave your problem, because it will grow each day if you run.

Thank you,

Send my regards to your life,

A friend of you (or whatever you accept me as)

"Mas, satu bubur ayam biasa ya."

Semua bermula ketika kita merasa kita satu. Satu dalam passion dan tujuan. Aku masih ingat bagaimana setiap minggunya kita duduk bersama. Lalu membuka kertas yang bagaikan peta perjalanan kita menuju apa yang kita sebut sebagai sukses. Kita, adalah sekumpulan insan yang berusaha mencari dan memilih jalan untuk menuju sukses. Kita, adalah makhluk-makhluk yang perlahan menggeluti pekerjaan ini dari nol. Kita belum pernah menjadi pengusaha, namun dengan keyakinan pasti kita bisa.

Kita menyiapkan denga cukup matang. Atau mungkin setengah matang? Entahlah. Lima bulan yang lalu kita memulai semua ini. Dengan senyum. Dengan tawa. Dengan pertanyaan-pertanyaan kritis. Kurasa lima bulan bukan waktu yang sebentar. Bersama dalam satu kapal, lima nahkoda, kami menemui berbagai jenis ombak. Setir kapal dipegang oleh masing-masing dari kami. Namun, satu per satu, dari kalian meninggalkan setir. Satu pamit dan izin dengan terhormat. Satu menunggu dan melihat kami mengemudi dari bangku penumpang.. dan setelah sekian lama, ia melambaikan tangan dan memberhentikan kapal lain yang ia percaya lebih bisa diandalkan untuk bisa mencapai pulau mimpinya. Silakan. Satu lagi, entah sejak kapan, melepas kemudi dan.. melompat. Entah kemana. Mungkin ia ingin berenang bebas, tanpa mengemudi apapun. Tanpa kapal dan membiarkan dirinya terus menerus diterjang ombak.

Dan kini aku tinggal berdua dengannya, teman sekapalku. Kalian tahu? Kapal kami tidaklah kecil dan kini yang berusaha keras mengemudikannya hanya dua orang sementara penumpang semakin banyak setiap harinya. Dan kami masih memiliki mimpi, sama seperti kalian.

Kami berdua punya mimpi untuk diri kami sendiri. Akan tetapi, kami tidak ingin meninggalkan kami. Perjalanan kapal kami masih panjang dan penumpang masih (akan) sangat banyak.

Tersenyumlah wahai para penumpang, karena kalian adalah semangat kami untuk mengemudi.

Aku tahu, banyak orang tidak tahu betapa beratnya kapal ini untuk digerakkan. Tapi berat bukan berarti tidak mungkin, bukan?

Terima kasih.. kalian yang sudah pernah membantu dan berjasa besar pada kami, kapal ini, dam seluruh penumpang kami. Kalian punya mimpi, mimpi yang akhirnya tak bisa mewujudkan mimpi para penumpang untuk mendapat makanan sehat.


Selamat tinggal, bagi kalian yang suka melompat dari kapal, aku persilakan. Hati-hati di laut, kapal kami mungkin sering diterpa badai dan ombak hebat, tapi kami tahu perlahan kami dan kapal ini menjadi kuat dari dukungan orang-orang di luar kalian.

"Bang minta bill-nya, ya!"

Aku menyendok suapan bubur terakhirku.

Terima kasih, tempat bubur, tempat yang pernah menjadi saksi bahwa kita pernah sekapal.



Salam hangat,

-Nahkoda yang siap mengarungi kapal walau berat-