Albert Herdianto Widjojo
Under a dull, starless night sky, I see your sadness. I feel the angst of your heart.
Loneliness undermines your heart. Have made you hide or step. Search for anything sparkling out there or just scratching anxiety. You expect something to come over and pull the width of your heart’s lips to smile. Above the run, slowly steps, and sitting, amidst the laughter of the crowd, under the darkness and the light, the emptiness continued to cling.
Your handkerchief and lapel collar have been wet to wipe the fear, the broken, the anxious, the lost, the heap of hidden anger, and the pain without meaning. Scream does not heal. Even death is unfortunate, but life is also like giving nothing but injuries. Millions of prayers have been thrown up there without an answer. Advice and beautiful words or niceties are no better than ignorance.
Then what shall I tell you? How can I answer your question that comes from a collection of pus pains, “Why is my life like this? Why am I here? What for?”
(I understand your feelings, but I am not the owner of your heart, I do not abide in you, so if you please, let me escort you into the depths of your own heart. May you see the light behind the pain).
I dedicate this writing to a member of our extended family, someone we care about, who is feeling lost the meaning of life at all.
Beautiful and such encouraging words.
Thak you so much for the compliment, Branka. Hopefully the person I mean here is also encouraged by this after I sent this post to him.
Hopefully, this post will help many people, and the person you dedicate it to will feel better soon!
I intensified to approach him, especially since his birthday last week. Thank you for your support, Ellie. Also for your attention and caring for many people
There is a saying in my country about the writing in this post. And she is, “If a man does not want to help himself, and the Lord God will come down to him, he will not be able to help him.”
I agree with that saying and I see that side to this person (and some others), so my concern is also an attempt to show God love and help for him even though he (or they) no longer believe in Him.
Its not easy life is full of trials, its a path most of us take at some stage. Maybe we can all comfort each other in our path of being human and alive.?
You’re right, Pamela. That’s what I’m doing now; looking for a gap to enter in the fog, trying to accompany, comfort, be there when needed, answer questions wisely whenever anxiety mounts, and show it all as compassion.
Sometimes losing the meaning of it all is a good thing; if you use it as an opportunity to rebuild from scratch… The process will still be painful but reconstruction is never cheap
I agree with your opinion, and I have experienced it at least twice during my life. That is good because the situation becomes a “moment of truth” of the “learn to unlearn” process for me. It’s just that I’m sad if a person loses meaning then becomes very pessimistic, fails to rise, and the worst; take extreme decisions.
Well, you have touched the hearts of many here, and I for one have been helped by your posts that are filled with compassion for your fellow man. Thank you! I have been feeling sad, but it helps to know others care.
We know that sorrow and sadness are part of our lives, but we can not let that cripple our happiness, do we?
As you say, we may not be able to help, but compassion and caring may be an additional strength for them to survive and fight.
Thanks for your support and kind words, my friend
Beautiful and such encouraging words. They will help many, including myself. We must continue looking for the light. Thank you Albert.
As you said, in addition to our family members, in fact so many people I noticed experienced similar things to his various compensatory behaviors, and the devastating effects that have occurred and the subsequent consequences that can be very sad, as you have been concerned about so far… If I can help them all…
You can help them, I have no doubt. Bless you.
Thank you for your support, Carol. Unfortunately, often in this sort of thing, our concern is more than their concern for themselves. In some people, they prefer to stay on the spot, or in painful situations rather than out of their hideout.
I understand completely. If others do not want help, we cannot help them. This is when I say… all you can do is all you can do.
You are right, and that is the reason or idea of this writing