The original version of this poetry is in Indonesian
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In extreme situations...
How does the will to survive manifest itself? The persistent will to fight one's limit? The unwavering belief that God doesn't present insurmountable trials? The conviction from love for your friends and family? For me... None of them. Up until today, my will to survive is Realism. I know this world is not something that can be controlled. Death, like the roll of a die, is just a providence that may befall anyone at any moment. In front of an impregnable wave, humans are absolutely powerless. Lessons from my time among nature: Reality should be taken in instinctively at every moment. Constantly and calmly accessing, steadily adapting. By following these guidelines, I have been able to survive in the world. On the mountain
there is no illusions. On the mountain the things you see, the things you touch, all things you feel, are things I take in, just as they are. The mountain is the only place that monster can't reach. I would never lie to the mountain. The world I lived in was entrapped by a giant invisible monster. The one who stick out are rejected. It's unforgivable. In the world I lived in, the giant invisible monster took from me the only one who accepted who I was. An irreplaceable thing... The most important thing... Hope... Despite losing it all... I am still struggling with the need to continue moving forward But... Still... After all... It's a sad thing to be alone. |
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