June 2012
13 posts
How I Handle My Sadness
Okay, hold on a minute.
Why I’m writing this right now? Cause actually, I believe everyone’s get hurt. Wounded. In pain.
Sometimes we just don’t know how to figure it out.
Me? I write.
I might be one of the laziest person you’ve ever met, but I always try to write, or at least thinking about what I want to write later.
Some special moods that hit me to write a lot like I’m being possessed of something are: when I just watch a very good movie or read a very good book, and when I feel so lonely. Just like what David Nicholls wrote in ‘One Day’, Emma said: I’m not lonely, I’m alone. I could see the difference between lonely and alone. Loneliness is pathetic, alone is beautiful.
Sometimes I feel so lonely, and that’s when the ache comes.
I believe that ache is a beauty when it inspires you: to write, read, draw, or either just having fun and live the life to the fullest.
Ache, personally, makes me wonder “why me?”. “What if it happens to someone else? To a character that I could relate into? How will she or he cope with that?
Ache might brings you endless pain, hurtful memories, and screws you up. No matter what kind of ache it could be: family problems, boyfriend, problems with friends, self-problems about how you deal with everything etc. But we always have the second choice: to get hurt forever and nothing’s change, or to get up and go, change things around you and yourself.
When I miss my childhood and I feel like I want to get back to the age of 6,I feel the ache. Then, I write a story about a character that miss his father so much. Simple, but it fulfills me.
Ache hurts. But ache could be your best friend. It’s just the matter of how you see it and take the changes to embrace the sadness to become your own happiness.
“‘They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities? I tell you, my dear, Narcissus was no egoist … he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the one beautiful comrade, the only inseparable love … poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point.’”
—Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms (via nickmiller)
A Hello from Moi
Hello everyone! :)
My book will be published in Bahasa Indonesia (hopefully) this year. I certainly can’t wait til it comes. I was wondering “is it really what Nick Miller really feels when he published his first book,” Isn’t It Pretty To Think So?”. (more info, check http://nickmiller.tumblr.com/)
My book title would be buried in secrets til the day I could officially promote my book, after the draft has been edited, furnished, polished and covered with love to all of the ones who will read it.
The story is really simple, but I wrote it zealously with all my heart and I tried to pour my heart out onto it when I wrote it.
Since I’m going to dealing with words the next few weeks, I need a medium to get practice with. My job (yes, I call it as a job, so I could feel so enthusiastic about it), is to be a storyteller. So, I hope I could tell you, or show you a lot of stories from me or the other side of me (read: the fictionalize characters inside my head that will speak to you).
For hints, I have a special interest with how strangers could meet and one single encounter could change their points of view about what really matters, what doesn’t really matter and now it comes to be a thing that matters. You know what I mean?
My name is Sheva. Nice to meet you all. Now, let me be your storyteller.
