I’ve been trying to wrote some articles for several occasions… but not single one of it ended up as a full article.
Ideas keeps on flowing… bursting… running through my head, just for saying “hi”… doing nothing but shows how great, beautiful, interesting they are. They don’t cling to me.
Just like love.
But its not completely about them. Me also.
I think I’ve been too scared with connections.
The word communis, which formed “communication“, according to Wilbur Scramm, is a way to make connections: to share our commons. Communication is about sharing commons.
Any kinds of connections, always feels great. It makes us thinks that in this crowded, busy world, we are not alone. We are not a lonely star, shining alone in the sky, showing our beauty, splendor, and attractiveness, without having anyone beside them.
But of course, things happens. And some brings no good.
And most of us don’t prepare for this things.
Friends gone. Love gone. And hope, always have its own hideout, and hides whenever it wants to.
I suddenly remember one of my favorite quote, from Mitch Albom’s Five People You Meet in Heaven:
“Lost love is also love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food, or tousle their hair, or move them around the dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it”.
It occupied me for days. Every time I read it, it always feels like the first time.
And finally, I know why I got stuck.
Its because, I’m a complicated, male, single, student, who often gets bored with his tasks. Especially with my thesis.