Friday, September 25, 2015

The Luna Whisperer

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you" - Rumi

She often speak to the moon, sometimes whisper to it, while driving, while dreaming, after prayers and after reading a book. Hopeless romantic, constant craving for limitless affection, Abby, my dearest sister is one of the most imperfect soul I've known through all my life.

During our childhood, we would play at the playground with our bikes. I remember when we were in Geelong, Melbourne, I would help look for her jumper before heading off to school. Each time she took shower, she would squat in front of the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel and head off to the heater in our bedroom. The three of us walk to school from home, just like any other normal kid.

Our family moved a lot. From places to different schools due to my father's nature of work. We're brought up in such affectionate condition, as well as hardship in life. I've seen her go through all kind of stages, from bullying, harassment, being called names, being labeled, outcasted and many other kind of treatment, but through perseverance, she emerge as this hopeful individual who shares common vision like any of us, to be loved.




Abby seems in her prime stage in her life. She's blessed with friends who came to her life like never before. Completely different from what I saw a decade ago. I used to see her lack of confident to share her gifts in arts. She writes so well but she wasn't ready. But now, she does poetry slams and performance, even to a point her words are carved on a tile in Publika.

I told her to write a book. One day I want to see her publish a book where she could share her experience in life, her joy, her witty encounters, her sadness, her poetry and all the things she wanted to be, and how she work with people she had admire. Her words gives people strength.

33 is still young, at least we call 'kurang muda'. But today, she earn every hugs, every love she need, not just from us, but from everyone. Because hugging is healing, and when a person heals better, they have nothing to contain but joy and hope to inspire everyone.

Happy birthday Abby. Abang sayang kamu.



Friday, July 10, 2015

The Wandering Artist in the Graphene Age


I see the world today. Great changes. Stories unfold about our childhood dreams of flying cars and mega cities. We are indeed flying, but we are flying too much. We obliged to the new media age, the age of technology because during our childhood, we have mold visions of the future with advanced technology. But none thought us the progression should be from the mind and moral. Our modesty begins to fade while human perfecting their artificial intelligence. Indeed. Artificial. But little we know that we are completely turning backwards as if we're still in the Graphene-coated 'Iron Age'.

We created the race of tantrum. Where strong unsatisfying voices are being placed in the social media to ensure voices being heard because we've been trolled by attention-seekers, the planet of 'Look At Me'. We advocate too much yet actions are not implemented because this age is the age of strategic planning, where blue ocean strategy is compulsory, creating leaders who only longing to lead but none would want to do operational works because it's too low-level. It's like a non-executive tasks. 


Business cards are being distributed by individuals running an own small medium enterprise company with two to five people with the title CEO. Because in today's society, obsession over a title is mandatory to them. But they outsource to third parties, again and again, and those people are being underpaid.


Everyone want to be a sole warrior, yet no one want to be a soldier. We are corrupting our modesty. We are too self-centered, too self-conscious, too insecure and too condescending. We are an angry soul living in the closet trying to contain our rampage because we're just too upset over little things and that little things actually means nothing. 


We are depending too much on devices, people to grow. We can't self-initiate until we are told to do something right for us. What happen to us? Those who are aware will know, will take action, will make mistakes, learn from it and will shape a greater destiny for the greatest survival. If we don't do it today, how will we assure a promising future despite the economic and moral turbulence that is happening?