It's funny how, when you were young, you think you know
everything. You know that you'll get the girl, have good grades, make your
heroes proud. You know that you'll be okay in the end. It's a little sense of
immortality, of hope, that we're born with. But slowly, like all things, time
wears it down.
First you let one thing slide, then another, then another.
It wasn't like you really had a choice; it just sort of happened. You try so
hard to grasp at that assurance that you once knew so well, but... it never
really comes back, does it?
Oh how sweet ignorance can taste. It's so much easier when
you can pretend to know it all.
We still want them to love us, though. To feed our egos and
tell us our cynicism and our hypocrisy is healthy. That every castle can stand
on pillars made of half-assed lies and broken promises. To err is to be human,
to be ironic... now that's just plain fact.
Let's just keep propping up brutal saints and name our
virtuous as sinners. Because if there's one thing that all of time and space
has taught us it is that there never was anything more cruel than 'change'.
PS: Tulisan ini gue buat ketika gue baru aja lulus kuliah. Apa yang selama ini stabil buat gue tiba-tiba berubah, karena gue harus keluar dari zona nyaman yang udah gue tinggali selama tujuh tahun terakhir, yaitu Jatinangor dengan segala kemewahan yang diberikannya.