Random musings about life
This quote deserves a blog post:
First there is a time when we believe everything, then for a little while we believe with discrimination, then we believe nothing whatever, and then we believe everything again – and, moreover, give reasons why we believe.
– Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
For those who want to know who Lichtenberg is, please click here. For me, this quote says a lot, and has made me ask myself, where am I at this moment?
This time, it’s personal 😦
My Department is mourning the loss of our dear colleague and friend, Mr. Ellyzar IM Adil.
He taught Animal Physiology. Always maintained a close relationship with all students, rarely see him down.
I am sad because I know that he had to deal with a lot of difficult things during these past few years, and I couldn’t really help him.
The various status updates on Facebook are a testimony to his kind heart and gentle manner.
You will be missed Pak Ellyzar. May Allah SWT have mercy on you and your family (ibu Ena, Dika & Dita) be strong to get through this difficult time.
(Al Fatihah untuk Alm. Pak Ellyzar)
then it’s time to move on.
Seriously.
I’ve always tried not to quit easily, taking each experience as a learning experience, but sometimes, it’s just not worth it.
They say a job worth doing is worth doing well, but the $64,000 question is, is the job worth doing?
When I literally threw up before going to bed after a meeting, I knew it was time to move on.
Memorial services for the dead are always a reminder about our limitations as human beings. That someday, sometime, we will also join those who have passed before us.
The death of Michael Jackson and the media circus that followed reminded me of another death about a year and half ago.
Former Indonesian president Soeharto, the creator of the New Order, who ruled Indonesia for 32 years, died at the end of January 2008 after a month at the hospital. The (Indonesian) media circus during the month of January 2008 was similar to Michael Jackson, with reporters and trucks and vans camped out in the hospital parking. They hounded the doctors, nurses, and even the visitors.
And when Soeharto finally died, when his oldest daughter spoke through her tears, I cried along with her.Just as a few days ago, I cried along with Paris Jackson.
Both Tutut Soeharto and Paris Jackson reminded me of something… that after all the hoopla, all the attention, all the unhappiness, all the weirdness, that above all that… they were somebody’s father.
They both had children, who cried for them, who loved them unconditionally, who are probably wondering why everyone has an opinion about their father.
And that, my friends, is a valuable lesson in itself. Your father is YOUR father, no matter what people say about him. He loves (or loved) you unconditionally, was willing to move heaven and earth for you, protect you from all the bad things around.
Those who are blessed to still have their fathers in this world (like me), don’t forget to hug them and tell them you love them. And for those who have lost them, say a prayer for them.
Sorry for not being coherent, it’s been tough.
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