the cat whisperer

People come and go, better than any works wind does. Which is fine since its either their own kind of journey to come by say hi or go with or without a proper notice and nice self-written notes. It's a choice. Then, a friend of years one day told me this: that friends are just a passing by, well some sort of check-point in my opinion of her opinion. Which was also not specify what kind of friend she meant, so if it put into a conclusion: all kind of friend. Since friend is just people, and people come and go. Thank you for describe an obvious mathematician method. 

Berasal dari bisa, ketidakbisaan yang kebanyakan publik kira tidak akan mampu menjadi realita bersama goyangan ombak pada puncak purnama itu tentu akan binasa. Sebab dari bisa sana itulah, kegigihan yang sedari muda ada akan beradu benar dengan keputusasaan kala realita menyapa mata. Dari bisa sana itulah kira-kira, awal mula kemampuan stimuli lain dari ia sang empunya tunanetra menggebu tiba. Sebab tak disangkanya, indra pendengerannya sungguh juara dalam memberikan sebanyak-banyaknya nada teruntuk dirinya. Nada yang mampu semampu-mampunya ia tenun menjadi suatu inti dalam mahakarya punya ia. Sebuah narasi baru yang berasal dari stimuli bisik-bisik penuh canda dari binar mata penghuni dunia yang ia satukan dalam suka. 

‘nggak apa-apa, kok, di rumah masih ada banyak.’ ucap si Anu sambil cengengesan ketika salah satu temannya menanyakan boleh tidaknya kudapan favorit Anu dimakan sampai habis. Padahal ‘banyak’ yang Anu maksud itu arti sebenarnya adalah banyak tapi bukan punya dia, lalu ia nangis darah dalam imajinasi punya dia sendiri melihat mlinjo kesukaannya ludes dilalap teman yang ia sayangi. Tidak enak hati si Anu ini kalau menolak permintaan teman sendiri, terlebih bagi citra diri yang telah ia pupuk sedari dini.

‘nggak repot sama sekali lagi, santai aja.’ kata Cakra sambil merangkul mesra Wala, ketika lagi-lagi Cakra minta tolong untuk ditemani jalan-jalan ke mana-mana. Padahal kalau dibuatkan list daftar kegiatan Cakra dari kegiatan cabut-cabut duri kaktus sampai volunteer di luar sekolah itu sudah mirip total hutang makan siang dan malam di warung sebelah kos dari bulan purnama pertama sampai ke lima. Belum lagi tugas-tugas sekolah yang maunya dia bongkar muat ke kepala Wala saja, tapi yasudahlah, ya. Buat teman boleh, lah.

'ah enggak, begini doang aja, gak masalah~' kata si Embak ketika dihadapi dengan pernyataan maaf atas kelakuan yang merepotkan dari si Emas. Padahal sebelumnya si Embak gemas betul dengan kelakukan si Emas, sudah terbuat plot seram untuk membuat Emas berhenti memperlakukannya bagai makhluk nomor dua. Namun di depannya, Embak hanya tertawa pasrah menerima ujian kesabaran dari yang Maha Esa untuk bantu mengerjakan tugas-tugas sekolah si Emas yang repotnya naudzubillah.

'gak lama kok, aku juga baru sampai' ucap si Bima senyam-senyum asik kepada Sakti yang dengan santainya tanya apa ia sudah menunggu lama. Padahal aslinya Bima sudah menunggu satu jam lebih banyak menit-i trotoar jalan raya. Sakti yang membuang-buang waktu berharganya muncul dengan senyum yang tidak bisa menyembuhkan waktunya yang terkucur percuma. Tapi Bima tak enak hati kalau bilang sejujurnya, jadi lebih baik tidak membuat sakit hati teman yang tidak menghargai waktu punyanya daripada marah-marah seperti manusia seyogianya.

We do not want to be a stumbling voice of a choice made by another, due to our inability to dream as big, due to our constant reminder of what might goes wrong that our head often lead. We do not want to be a rumbling noise of our ability to dislike ourselves, to another who does not share the same kind of view, to another who does feel full just with the presence of ours. We do not want to be a boring repetitive task another needs to accomplished, as if the burden life already throw it is lighter than the wind, as if the negativity that comes within the Horcruxes would be easy to ignore. 

Instead,

We want to be a joyful creature that with another the joy would be doubled, we want to be a proud self-carrier that with another the proud would be sprout, we want to be a muggle born who could stand strong on its own feet that with another the power to dominate the wizarding world would be possible to hold.

Human finds its way to hate other beings, could be to a fellow human, or worse, to a plant, probably. Just for the sake of the glory hatred. They might put a shiny big smile upon their faces, when the grumbles, deep down in their soul, could fire a rainy forest. Most part of the trigger to make the hatred stay is the fire itself. Is the ability to feel superior to others; the ability to being so right there is no way to being left or straight, any kind of way is wrong but theirs though; the ability to have the inability of openness. The ability to ignore.

The form of hatred itself could be any kind. Could be the frustrated child who unable to translate her words properly; could be a seemly cheerful lady who talk bad about anyone wholeheartedly; could be the childish old man who has too many options of different stories to tell meaninglessly; could be a girl who unable to chew a specific kind of food for the sake of being picky; could be a group of people who demonstrate of their superiority to others, and their rights to destruct anything different, oh the feeling, apparently, is a form of anxiety.

The mental is here. The ability to share the first world problem of its own, to take sympathy of other beings to the next level of victimisation, of its own. The same kind of narrative, the worse kind of attention seeking, the good part of being so sensitive to tiny little things that should’ve been not a big deal. The good part actually not make the world a better place, it made the world of others turn to black instead. 

Human is a joke, we grumble for attention. Problems aren’t there to be solved, though it definitely bothers the owner, human prefer to grumble about it, to complain, to gain sympathy, to feel as if they are cared (though they might be true about those opinion of their own as well). But to be a victim, when clearly it is untrue, create a lot of justification on what kind of human you truly are. We all have the basic problem of life, God shares it just as much, as much as the ability of our hand could handle. But the joke is real, some human love to think about the fact that their life is on the edge of this galaxy. That their problem is big, IS BIG, and they need to be sympathised.

The yellow one came along with wide smile put on its face. Whilst threw two thumbs up to the hexagonal mirror selfie. The yellow one has a tendency to forget about its own belonging, from its own phone, watch, to perhaps its own mind. For the nature of its own mind became so busy searching for any great upcoming greater plans for its own future. In which future not only for itself, but also a bigger circle we could proud of and thankful for.

The yellow one might forget about its own well-being. As if its life not only for itself, but also others around its surrounding. It might forget to eat, or at worse, eating badly or wrongly, by which it could get a stomach ache from time to time. It might get worried at times about its stomach condition, but overall, it is fine, as long as it gets enough food daily and drinks water as much. Thankfully, its mind well being is in a good state. Is in happy condition as ever. Which is a good point about its own well-being.

The yellow one is a good creature. Sometimes it appears like not listening when you are talking, it might busy plays its phone, or does something with its hand, but it actually does listen. Sometimes it appears like won’t give you a hand when you need it the most, it might busy plays its phone again, or does something with its hand again, but it actually does help. Out of your expectation.

Because expecting others to be good to you, to listen to your talks, when their appearance does not seem to do so, is a wrong thing to think at the first place. 

But the yellow one does listen, the yellow one does a good being. The yellow one just not so focus on one thing at times.

There would come a time when you yourself begin questioning your today. Yours very well made own today. As if today is kind of mislead. As if today sort of guiding weird light.

You ask yourself whether today was good enough, whether you yourself were happy enough to continue doing what happened on today. Whether everything you were doing today was a better candidate than the future you began to question.

Perhaps sometimes, it is not the future that seems blurry. It is today that blurrier. It is today that scarier. It is today that somehow so challenging to end.

It was the day when the sun laughed a little bit too loud. When its ray shone brighter than the friendly protective cloud. But it was fine because there is always a kind-hearted creature that appreciates it all greatly what the sun has brought. 

There was this human. With his eyes dazzled by the light, but still smile wider by the bright. Nothing could ever stop him that day from the joy of being alive and happily enjoyed the heat the sun has brought. When many of his kind, grumbled over the sun not-so-friendly light.

He is here now, doing all the vagueness he could throw. In which he thought other people may understand his joyful way of thinking flow.

He needs no worries though, because the sun already books a fine place he could always throw any joyful vagueness to him starting today and so.

Apresiasi hari ini khususnya ditujukan teruntuk pemilik semesta, yang tidak perlu membayar bulanan untuk menetap suka-suka, yang dengan ringan hati memberikan kebaikan yang tak terhingga hitungannya. Kebodohan yang terjadi bersama hari ini dengan cepat telah menjadi bagian dari cerita dahulu kala bersama si konon katanya, yang tak perlu repot-repot dibawa dalam suka apalagi gundah.

Penikmat segala sunyi dalam bising lalu-lalang yang menenangkan hanya sanggup tertawa haru menikmati hari yang dibuat bahagia sedemikian rupa oleh pemilik semesta. Tak lupa berharap semoga obrolan tak jelas arah dan pentingnya tidak begitu kentara perihal ini dan itu mampu menjadi sejarah yang terulang sampai larut tak tega mencegah. Melupakan komentar tentang properti kebesaran yang tertimbun dengan lihainya angin bersuara adalah kesalahan yang tak mungkin tertimpa. Karena akan diingatnya lekat-lekat, sampai tua rentanya membuatnya lupa.

Sebuah wangi telah tersimpan selayaknya contekan kertas kala ujian akhir menyapa. Akan ada pada hari ini dan kemudian hilang begitu saja, namun ketika wangi itu datang lagi mengetuk indra, sudah pasti ingatan akan segala remeh yang berhubungan dengan wewangian itu akan mendarat sesukanya. Yang jelas akan disambut dengan senyum tawa bagai kawan lama yang akhirnya jumpa.

Kita mungkin mempunyai satu orang yang begitu baik. Yang tidak memiliki limitasi kebosanan untuk mengingatkan. Di kala orang lain mengibarkan bendera putih, ia-lah satu-satunya yang tak pernah menyerah menyuarakan kalimat repetitif untuk kita yang tak kunjung mendengarkan. Terkadang dengan nada marah karena sebal, terkadang dengan nada lemah karena lelah, namun ia tak pernah berhenti seolah mengingatkan sudah menjadi bagian dari diri yang ada sejak ia bisa lari-lari sendirian di bawah hujan.

Kita mungkin mempunyai satu orang yang begitu baik. Yang hanya dengan mendengarkan kata-katanya saja sudah cukup buat ketidakyakinan hilang. Di kala orang lain campur baur dalam mencurahkan keraguan melalui rentetan kalimat balasan atas apa yang kita sampaikan, ia-lah satu-satunya yang memandang kita sebagai sosok yang pasti bisa melakukan segala hal yang kita rencanakan dengan penuh keyakinan.

Kita mungkin mempunyai satu orang yang begitu baik. Yang hanya dengan melihat tingkah lakunya saja sudah cukup bagi kita untuk mengeluarkan senyum beruntun. Di kala orang lain berputar-putar dahulu sebelum memutuskan untuk melakukan ini itu, ia-lah satu-satunya yang tanpa ragu turun tangan saat susah memutuskan main berkunjung.