Here I am, sitting at the bus stop and just watch the falling leaves. I didn't know that the movement can be so relaxing to look at. And having the chance to just dissolve myself in that simple movement, without thinking about anything at all, feels like a real luxury.
Or maybe I already too tense, at the edge of breaking out? I don't know.
Say, 50 years ago, people who thinks that watching fallen leaves to be a luxury, may be deemed as lunatics. But then, 50 years ago they know nothing of internet, or mobile phones, or budget airlines, or laptops, or facebook, or wikipedia; and the earth is still a large scary unknown universe.
But now, the world has shrunk, into whatever size depends on how big is your monitor screen. Mostly would be 17 inch then.
And the faraway countries, is no longer a twilight zone, but merely a universal playground where everybody can just hop in anytime they want.
Sometimes it amazes and scares me to see how fast the world has changed, even during my short 28 years of life. Everything is moving so fast, whirling, twisting, twirling, sucking, grinding, dragging everything and everyone into God knows what. But from the pace I see now, it doesn't seems like a good thing.
So it's nice to be able to just stop for a while, just to watch leaves falling, or lay at the beach and stare blankly at the horizon, or just sit by your window and looking the blue skies ..
And nothing would be better than Macy Gray to put everything in one lovely tune called Slowly.
Would it be so bad, if we just stopped for a while ..
And enjoyed the thrills we could all be still let the world just pass us by
But it's all hurry hurry run run there's no time for this
We want more and more got to win got to score so afraid of what we'll miss
And it moves so fast; nothing lasts
This too here will come to pass
Wanna spend my days away from all the fuss
Wanna spend them with you baby but you're in a rush
Slowly
Why can't we just take our time
Slowly
I wish that we could take our time ..
Slowly
The Encapsulated Life in Jakarta
Last week I'm back in Jakarta for a few days, and just realise that life in Jakarta, is an encapsulated life.
An encapsulated life, which put a distance between us and our Mother of Nature. Within these capsules, we're no longer touching the grounds, we're no longer caressing our Mother's womb, because some would consider it dirty. Within these capsules, we're no longer taking a deep breath and inhale the whole essence of life in the air, because, of course, it's highly polluted. Within these capsules, we're no longer touching the waters and drank joyfully from every other stream of water in sight. We can't do that, because, of course, it's contaminated with thousands of dangerous germs and chemicals.
We still can live "deliberately, to face only the essential fact of life" (as Thoreau once said) if you insist. As in, not living within the capsules. But I believe that you wouldn't live a long life. Simple as that.
The encapsulated life in Jakarta can be seen in many ways.
One of these capsules are cars. We were transported around the city within these. To make us move faster, to get us to places. Within these capsules we can create the environment we like. We do not interact with the ground, we do not interact with the air, nor the water, and we live happily inside our capsule. And life is good. For those living within. And for a short while.
Do you know how does it feel to walk alongside those capsules? Have you ever feel the hot air? The carbon dusts?
There's a balance for everything. And for the encapsulated joy that some people feel within, some would have to suffer the residue. The consequences.
And now, we are paying the consequences of capitalism. For the sins of the 1% which controls the 99% of the world.
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