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Playing Happiness

Every day I see people’s Instagram feed one by one. Every day I see their happiness through it.

However, is that happiness real?

For the first time of my life, I stopped being naïve and try to look beyond things. I’ve read a post in my LINE’s timeline about several personal disorders of Instagram users. Well it’s not serious illness, though, but trivial matters which change the way we live and see the world. The post said that most of Instagram users are addicted to posting, especially in Instagram Story. At first, I just thought it is human nature that we want to be acknowledged by others, but Instagram, in a way, makes people want to brag more about themselves. Of course, including me.

I have a friend from university who “maintains” her Instagram account very well. Whenever she is sad or happy, she always posts something positive about her in Instagram. On one hand, she “brands” her account successfully to inspire others. On the other hand, is she able to be honest with herself?

It’s kind of two sides of a coin, though.

I know maybe I am judging her way too much, but I think that most of people do these days.

Sometimes I see some people are competing through Instagram, such as how many prestigious events they have attended, how many beautiful places they’ve been to, or how many friends they’ve taken photo with. The world seems blurry. It’s so utopian.

People are happy. Everything is alright.

Though we can play our happiness—and that’s our rights too—, I don’t think we have to lie to ourselves anymore.

P.S It’s just an opinion, tho.

Midnight Venting

These are those days when my self-esteem falls down as usual in my life pattern.

It is always like this.

I lost my passion. I lost my grip to write again. I lost..myself and the dream within it.

It is the time when I really need someone to hear my vent. My uneasiness. My worriness. My anger. My sadness. Even.. a lil bit happiness from watching some Korean drama episodes. Now, it takes only 2 minutes to 2 a.m. And I miss myself.

When I was busy with activities and my college routines I longed for holiday. To rest myself. To take time for writing any piece that I want to write.However, it was not as I expected back then. Things turned out to be messed. I turned to be messed up.  Lanjutkan membaca Midnight Venting

Realita di Ibu Kota

realita dan Ibu Kota terkadang menjadi dua wajah hipokrit

kelas kelas dimana-mana di tepi jalan

Pengamen jalanan, tukang sapu jalan, supir ojek online,

korporat perusahaan dan pemerintah hingga budak-budaknya

lukisan Marx yang penuh warna

Indah, kah?

 

Di antara mereka ada sebuah kelas di antara

yang berusaha menggapai mimpi-mimpinya

menjadi kelas paling atas dalam tatanan rantai makanan Ibu Kota

 

Ketika ditengok sosial medianya mereka tidak hanya naik tangga,

tapi bersolek pamer pamor di ranah dunia maya

seolah sukses digambarkan oleh ratusan keping potret semata