I never consider myself to be a traveler. I’ve never dreamt of traveling the world. The demand of packing and unpacking are just too great for me to overcome. My favorite holiday destinations? A local Starbucks and a Pizza Hut store; because they’re quiet, cozy and they have comfortable corner sofas for me to read and write for many hours. Today though, I find that my current passport – which was issued in 2011 – have been used until page 16. Something has changed significantly.
“Buy me, Sir! Buy me!” teriak banyak anak penjaja dagangan di daerah Kuta. Ini bukan tempat perdagangan anak. Mereka sebenarnya tengah menjajakan dagangan mereka. Dengan berseru “Buy me!” mereka ingin mengatakan “Beli dagangan saya!” Dengan kemampuan bahasa seadanya anak-anak ini mencoba berkomunikasi dalam bahasa Inggris. Hasilnya? Seringkali menggelitik.
Our lives cross path with thousands other. Some pass by, some orbit. Some hover, some get deep. As moments happen, it’s hard to separate the ephemeral from the eternal, not to mention the rest along the spectrum. But as they happen, they’re here to enjoy, aren’t they?
This morning I submitted my Chinese visa application for my 1-year MBA scholarship from China Scholarship Council (CSC). I find the process to be very efficient and the staff members very amicable and helpful. My whole interaction with the agency thus far has been extremely good – contrary to my expectation.
What do you do at the peaks of your life? I cry. I get lost. I feel disoriented. I experience my life as meaningless. Not just for once or twice; it’s been happening quite often that at one point my counsellor-friends recommended me to find a new counsellor, one who had not known me at all. As we discussed my situation, this latter counsellor was as baffled as my previous counsellors were: “You get frustrated at the peak of your life ….” A sudden lost of altitude, a diminished appetite for life. They just return when all’s well. So it happened again early this year.
The saying “The world is a book and those who don’t travel only read one page” is oft attributed to Augustine of Hippo. Suppose Augustine did write that (which I doubt), I wonder of what he’d say about Immanuel Kant who, a common myth says, never traveled more than 16 km from Königsberg his whole life (that’s roughly an area 1/3 of Jakarta), yet have an enormous influence over the world of Western thought – and I don’t think Kant would ever even care about such a one-page saying.
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