Kierkegaard once said “Those who are afraid to be deceived by love, is actually deceiving himself” Kierkegaard tried to explain that avoidance from heartbreak is equal to the act of cowardice. Simultaneously he also emphasized the true condition of love is full of the possibility of disappointment.
To those who had loss their loved ones due to death or any other causation, might have different perspectives about love. Love can be a plague, but it can most definitely be blissful. It depends on the way you perceive love. Considering the suffering of the world, one might say, that it is highly hypothetical to say that there is some reasoning about love. Human and its tendency of forecasting every risks of life, made it impossible for the idea of selfless love to blossom.
You love because you want to benefit from it. You yearn to love because of the fear of loneliness; you compromise to love because of the unfathomable terror of isolation. Basically men are provoked to love. Loving is inherently synonymous with the effort of existing. These modes of existing (including loving, hating, rejecting, accepting) are merely our application of choice. Only through exercising these decisions that a human can be truly said to exist.
The nature of love (or the sensation/feeling of love) sometimes is not a metaphysical ‘emotion’, you can be out of love, and you can be drained from it. It is far from the myth of eternity and immortality of love. Once it happens you reside in the equilibrium of inertia. You become void and purposeless. After the state of nullification, you are motivated to reproduce love, you have an immense urge to love and to be loved again. The reproduction of love can be called an act of hope. Even through the greatest ordeal, men always gravitated towards hope. It’s a mystery for me why we have the habit of hoping? It is absolutely erroneous to have succumbed blindly to faith, and yet we are addicted to feel faithful.
Certainly Kierkegaard had the leap of faith, but to those who do not get the chance to leap to love’s perfection would remain puzzled and emptied by love.
Yes, I fear heartbreak, not to mention the agonizing reality of facing the death of a loved one. Every night endlessly I try to make sense the pain of loving and losing. My conclusion is, (potentially bullsh*t huhuhu) do not let love exhaust you, love because you want to be fill with meanings, even if its hurtful for you.
Pablo Neruda said, “Love is short, Forgetting is long”
My advice, don’t forget love’s bruises, admire it, and hopefully you understand why you always lose your love.
Therefore, love, like everything else that is beautiful has always been excruciating.
Maaf jadi merepotkan, karena sindrom rindu dengan kampung halaman di pesisir pantai, I have to share you this, otherwise I’ll suffocate… I’m such a small town girl, suka bingung & galau sama hingar-bingar Jakarta.
Anyways, my story is simple, rindu berat sama lautan. Waktu kecil tuh tiada hari tanpa berenang di laut, jadi kulit gelap dan rambut blondie (gosong… gak jelas) Gara-gara denger seseorang cerita tentang kampung halamannya di Gunung.. Hiks. I miss my home T_T Makasih yah atas testimonial n suratnya tentang Bali. It means so much that you like my song. I really miss sunsets and sands, duh pasir di Bali itu putih, halus dan hangat… Can u imagine ?
Si Irianto (sahabat n dosen mutakhir di Filsafat hehehe) selalu ngomong bakal ngajak semua angkatan Filsafat 2001 untuk ke Bali, which is masih UTOPIA (sama kayak judul Blog ini.. ) Siapapun yang baca Blog ini, ignore my nagging yah… biasa gejala kejenuhan (Eneg liat Foucault, Descartes n Baudrillard). Mungkin frustasi mengkoreksi paper mahasiswa yang menumpuk di sisi tempat tidur (help please huhuhuhu) Selain itu kangen sama musik Bali, di sebelah rumah di Bali itu ada Banjar (tempat ngumpul semua warga desa) terus mereka suka main Gamelan. I miss Balinese Dancing, I’ve been dancing since I was 5 years old, kalau di Jakarta paling yang nonton yas nari Bali tuh ketujuh anjing-anjing imutku (Mayoneise dkk.), yang ada mereka bingung geleng-geleng kepala, “kenapa lagi nih si yayas, error kali” T_T
Kangen dipanggil Jegeg (artinya cantik bahasa Bali khi khi khi) sama Kakek n Nenek. Kangen masakan rumah Nenek, Urap (kacang panjang sama bumbu kelapa parut). Hope I do not bore u…
Baudrillard tuh sok tahu banget, mengkritik sejarah dan absurditas nostalgia. Dia gak tahu bahwa retrospektivitas dan sentimentalitas akan origin seseorang adalah segalanya, yang akan selalu dibawa menjadi identitasnya meski ia pergi jauh sekalipun.
Jauh di lubuk hati, I’m still that foolish girl swimming across the ocean
Heavily insomniac, Tu me manques, mon soleil
Expecting ur comments, take care guys
