Would You Say "Thank You"?

And while sitting here staring at nothingness, would you want to say "Thank You" for all the pain?

Tak Harus Selalu Jadi Yang Benar

Dengan menyadari bahwa aku tak harus selalu menjadi yang benar, aku bisa menerima kalau aku butuh bantuan orang lain untuk memperbaiki keadaan dalam lingkunganku sehari-hari. Tak ada yang salah dari keinginanku agar semua orang berusaha dengan sebaik-baiknya, menggunakan kemampuan yang diberikan Tuhan, semaksimal mungkin untuk memperoleh pencapaian terbaik!

Okay, kalau maksimal tidak bisa, mengharapkan pencapaian optimal seharusnya masih dapat diterima, bukan?

Kelelahan hati dan pikiran adalah ketika aku punya keinginan, kemauan, dan ide yang kuanggap baik tetapi aku seperti berjuang sendiri mewujudkannya.

Yang perlu kulakukan adalah mengemasnya menjadi sesuatu yang utuh dan terlihat menarik agar lebih gampang untuk menjualnya. Bayangkan, mengubah suatu organisasi, dengan mulai dari rintangan awal, yaitu mengubah cara pandang pemilik perusahaan itu sendiri!

Yang bisa kulakukan adalah merenungkan lagi kondisi ideal yang bisa diharapkan, apa saja unsur yang dibutuhkan untuk mencapai kondisi ideal tersebut, apa saja batasan dan rintangan yang sekarang ada dan bagaimana cara untuk mengatasinya, serta banyak detail lainnya. Untuk itu tentu saja aku butuh rekan kerja dan diskusi. Untuk brainstorming dan proses pengambilan keputusan.

Sayangnya aku belum berhasil mendapatkannya dalam organisasi saat ini.

Could You Tell Me Better?

Could you tell me in a better way other than yelling it out loud?

I certainly wouldn't mind a civilized talk instead of the cavemen communication that we're having right now. I know that you just want to talk using your loud voice and your fists but I know that wouldn't work well with both of us not want to listen to what other party want to say.

Could we sit down and discuss things matter of factly in normal voice without all the intimidating gestures?

I know we can. I insist we should.

Shall we?

Joyless Times (Part 5 of Many)

I wish that I have something more interesting to say (or write in here!) about anything.

Too bad I just can't find joy in doing my tasks anymore. Tasks that demanding me to sit behind a desk and type all day, making calls and appointment, checking the documents, etc.

But that's what makes me feel inadequate and having all these signs of various diseases.

I just wish that I be more joyful instead.

Joyless Times (Part 4 of Many)

God will only save me through my own efforts.

Worried Sick

I am worried sick about my own job, my own career, and my own future.

Is there nothing that I can do?

C'mon, I am not that stupid as to give up without trying to do anything..?

I will do something about this, because I (see below)

No Change (?)

Been doing a lot of reading and thinking lately, plus seeing successful persons, made me realize that those whom people looked up to are those who were -- and still are! -- persistent on reaching and achieving their goals.

And of course, "The Vision".

It's like they see what they want to be in the future and then set out to attain it.

But not me. I've live more than a quarter of a century and still I felt that my life is just so-so. There were times when I looked myself in the mirror and dislike what I see there. Ain't that pathetic?

Seemed like an inherent thing in me, setting goals but doing nothing to achieve any. Now, after all these times, precious, unreversable stream of wasted resource, suddenly I'm dragged to harsh realities:

TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE

especially for people like me.

I'm Not Wearing Any

Now, tell me: What is the difference between wearing or not wearing any underwear? Just say that you are so accustomed to wear briefs and suddenly you found yourself not because the damn laundry didn't finish any and you are definitely NOT WANT TO wear yesterday's brief for fear of itch.

Just imaging you have to scratch now and then because of the itch is like a nightmare! And not to mention really humiliating too.

And now, here I am (wearing my briefs), entertaining the thought that what would my scrotum be like if I didn't wear any.