Lessons from the Book Launch

The coach mentioned, as long as my memory serves right, about this site called future.me. As he told in an exuberant manner on why everyone should visit the site and write down to his own future self, I got a shiver.

“You can write down your own life plans there to your future self. And what matters most is that… y’all will get the plans in your email inbox at the specified time. So if you set it to be sent 10 years from now, you’ll get the email 10 years from now. As simple as that. So if you cannot rach your desired goals, you’ll be so sorry. That means you suck and you must work harder and find the answer as to why you suck in this life,” the coach extolled the undertaking of planning life.

The audience kept silent. They moved nothing. Their eyes might roll in bewilderment. “What this ambitious, seemingly successful and wealthy young man was trying to tell us?”they might think.

I was stunned by this. Do we really have to think that way? Do we need to insult ourselves in the future just because we fail to achieve the objectives in our 10-year, or 20-year, life plans? Some people think we do.

I don’t, however.

I’m not that mad to plan my life in such a way. Not because I don’t have any ambitions in life. Not at all. I do have a list of ambitions. I want to get published a lot. I want to meet great people. I want to write books and anything useful for others. I want to have more freedom in life, making choices and taking responsibilities. I want to have my own family someday. I want to enrich my life with yoga, whether it be teaching or practicing. I want to be happy, ample and free. And the list goes on.

But life doesn’t always go your way. You cannot control life anyhow, no matter how great you are. Life is too powerful to conquer and to be controlled.

All these years, it has dawned on me that being a human being means accepting the fact you’re microscopic cosmic dusts in this infinite universe. Seriously, we in fact almost means nothing. Whether we exist or not, the world keeps going as it has to be. The sun keeps on shining even if your most beloved ones are dead. The Milky Way is still up there even if it’s time for us to leave this world. We’re really a mere complement to this world. Not more.

That said, I arrive to the conclusion that life always offers you failures. But some failures are not real failures. This type of failure leads us to a better life at times. What seems to be bad luck sometimes changes into an unbeaten, hidden path leading us to a higher level of life achievement which you didn’t even plan or never cross your mind before.

So when my future self receives the email in 2025, I might crack a smile and write a satire of it. Because it feels like I read a letter from a childlike version of me. Life so far has taught me how fast humans can change their minds, their beliefs, their spouses, their careers. And chronicling it enables us to track down the development of our foolishness.

I may lose some things in life but it doesn’t mean I’m a total loser. So long as I do my best in life, how can I become a loser?

To the coach, I wish I could say this:”Get a life.”

But thank God I held my sharp tongue. He’s still in his twenties. I hope he learns a lot over time.

Sekuriti Cari Mati

Sore yang indah tadi dikotori oleh sebuah insiden. Semuanya karena seorang sekuriti dan aktor sinetron di pusat perbelanjaan premium distrik bisnis ibukota yang megah luar biasa di dekat tempat kerja.

Sekuriti itu tak saya lirik. Sederhana saja alasannya. Mata saya fokus ke depan. Saya melangkah tergopoh-gopoh ke mesin ATM, hendak membayar tagihan kartu kredit di bank pemerintah dengan aset terbesar di negeri ini. Kalau terlambat dan sampai lupa, kena denda berupa bunga, bisa masuk neraka saya. Jadi saya tak mau ambil risiko. Bagi saya kartu kredit cuma sebagai alat penunda pembayaran selama sebulan, tidak lebih. Dan kalau masih bisa bayar tunai, saya lebih memilih tunai saja. Membayar tunai kadang menjadi kebanggaan tersendiri selain juga lebih aman dari peretasan. Kata teman Korea saya, tunai itu untuk orang kaya. Dan kartu kredit untuk orang miskin. Kalau begitu jutaan orang Indonesia yang tak punya kartu kredit adalah orang kaya? Tak berarti begitu pula, sanggah saya dalam hati.

Begitu saya melintas di depannya, saya merasa sekuriti lelaki berambut cepak – ya mana ada sekuriti berambut gondrong terurai – itu mendekati saya.

“Mau apa dia?”batin saya. Detak jantung saya memburu, selain karena berjalan cepat juga karena ia mendekati saya dengan tangan yang seakan siap menangkap saya.

Sekuriti itu menyentuh lengan saya yang kurus dengan tangannya yang besar dan berjari gemuk serta kapalan. Bisiknya,”Mas, fotoin ama itu ya?”

Saya hanya menganga. Tidak percaya. “Bagaimana bisa?!!”teriak saya dalam hati lagi. Sementara sekuriti gagah itu melirik sang aktor sinetron di depan lift yang masih tertutup, tangannya mengulurkan sebuah blackberry seri lama. Saya hapal wajah aktor itu walaupun saya sudah 4 tahun tidak secara rutin menonton televisi. Maklum di kamar tak saya sediakan layar kaca.

Apa yang saya sudah perbuat hingga saya harus diminta menjadi fotografer oleh seorang sekuriti? Karena setahu saya, tamu dan pengunjung itu yang menjadi raja. Saya masih ingat seorang sekuriti hotel tempat teman Korea saya itu menginap. Ia disuruh oleh beberapa tamu memotret di lobi hotel. Tapi saya? Bagaimana bisa raja disuruh membidikkan kamera pada sekuriti dan idolanya saat raja itu sedang punya hajat darurat?! Saya saja belum melepas kartu identitas karyawan saya. Gila! Mungkin Anda mengira saya menderita megalomania. Ya, mungkin saja.

Yang tak saya pahami adalah saat si sekuriti melirik seorang pramuniaga jaringan waralaba kecantikan di sampingnya beberapa meter. Siapa yang mau foto dengan aktor itu? Si pramuniaga perempuan atau sekuriti itu? Kalau memang sekuriti itu yang nafsu mau berfoto, saya makin tak habis pikir. Sungguh tak habis pikir.

Ternyata tidak cuma anak-anak zaman sekarang yang makin gila. Sekuriti juga!

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