Well, by the way it's about dealing with life and loss
I heard that loneliness makes us do crazy things. As we get older, it's harder for us to find true friends. Yet we cannot live alone. We need social support. The idea about loyalty, however, had turned into mere illusion for me.
There was no sense of stability. Especially in a big, capitalist city like Jakarta, where almost everyone is preoccupied with the pursuit to advance his or her socioeconomic status. Everything is loaded with vested interest. Pure friendship doesn't seem to exist anymore. People come and go. There is almost no sense of stability.
This has become evident as i get older. A few years ago i still received lots of blackberry or WhatsApp messages consisting of small talk from people whom i considered "my friends". I hung out with people i held dear and enjoyed exchanging thoughts with them.
I have no idea what changed within these 12 months, but i began losing friends at a rapid rate. I was surprised by how easily people discarded social ties. Forget about finding time to be together, we no longer even have time to send each other messages.
In no time, i started to become even more skeptical of human kindness and sincerity. At the age of 25, i am confused. I don't know how to make sense of human connections. Why people are so obsessive about their pursuit of personal glory that they use friendship as a tool to get something and discard it willingly when it is no longer "of use"?
Maybe the situation depict the loneliness brought on being introvert writer, the solitary nature for its creative process. But now, as i'm writing this, in another BIRTHDAY INSOMNIAC RELAPSE, i start to get the sense that for me anyway, life is like witnessing a twilight, gasping for breath as the temporary beauty and illuminating golden light start to fade away, with death and oblivion waiting on the other side, sucking us deeper into the void.
Life is characterized by loss and, ultimately, by our own mortality. The cycle juts get faster as we get older. Well, I can offer NO RESOLUTION, no MORAL for this article.
But in many ways we will miss the good old days. When we was young, man we did have fun. Always.
Oh ya, tables they turn sometimes.
There was no sense of stability. Especially in a big, capitalist city like Jakarta, where almost everyone is preoccupied with the pursuit to advance his or her socioeconomic status. Everything is loaded with vested interest. Pure friendship doesn't seem to exist anymore. People come and go. There is almost no sense of stability.
This has become evident as i get older. A few years ago i still received lots of blackberry or WhatsApp messages consisting of small talk from people whom i considered "my friends". I hung out with people i held dear and enjoyed exchanging thoughts with them.
I have no idea what changed within these 12 months, but i began losing friends at a rapid rate. I was surprised by how easily people discarded social ties. Forget about finding time to be together, we no longer even have time to send each other messages.
In no time, i started to become even more skeptical of human kindness and sincerity. At the age of 25, i am confused. I don't know how to make sense of human connections. Why people are so obsessive about their pursuit of personal glory that they use friendship as a tool to get something and discard it willingly when it is no longer "of use"?
Maybe the situation depict the loneliness brought on being introvert writer, the solitary nature for its creative process. But now, as i'm writing this, in another BIRTHDAY INSOMNIAC RELAPSE, i start to get the sense that for me anyway, life is like witnessing a twilight, gasping for breath as the temporary beauty and illuminating golden light start to fade away, with death and oblivion waiting on the other side, sucking us deeper into the void.
Life is characterized by loss and, ultimately, by our own mortality. The cycle juts get faster as we get older. Well, I can offer NO RESOLUTION, no MORAL for this article.
But in many ways we will miss the good old days. When we was young, man we did have fun. Always.
Oh ya, tables they turn sometimes.
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