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The Best Feelings in The World

  • Sleeping on my bed.
  • Four am complete silence in the dark.
  • Early dawn zikr, sit and stare on the soft rug.
  • Rocking while reading/ doom scrolling on the blue rocking chair.
  • Preparing what’s for breakfast today.
  • Breakfast in silence listening to the white noise of the home. Bird chirping and morning adkhar from alexa.
  • The taste of multiseed sourdough milk loaf from a newly found bakery.
  • The first sip of tea after a long day of fasting.
  • The color of the sky on a bright day.
  • The color of twilight sky aka langit senja.
  • The morning silence at home when it’s clear and bright. Only the white noise of flowing water from the pond and soft snore from ones who are still sleeping on the couch.
  • Dinner with home cooked meals by the doctor.
  • Conversations during dinner
  • Hugging my daughter.
  • Watching my daughter keep getting better at everything she does.
  • The dopamine flow after an interesting online lesson.
  • Feeling sufficient with what I have and where I am.
  • Finally came to an understanding about something after period of questioning and researching.
  • Beating myself against procrastination.
  • Beating myself when choosing right over easy.
  • Beating myself to keep my mouth shut when I want to say a lot of things.

Will update this lists regularly as a reminder.

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Stagnant and Boring

Words have always been leaving bigger impact to me than any other gestures.

One of the most memorable and monumental events was back as far as when I was in kindergarten. I used a word ‘muka’ instead of ‘wajah’ to one of my teachers and it gave me a certain mark in the report card. How could I even remember this? This was the story my mom told me. I have a specific compartment on my brain to keep the memories of my mother.

I never take any tests on five love language, but pretty sure words of affirmation is on the number one list. That’s why I love reading, I love listening, I like writing, only talking that I don’t fond of. Being judged from a missuse word since early, that was significant. If something really makes me talking, then it must be huge. I also have certain compartment to remember few of big talkings I have done.

I have been feeling under the weather for few months and been digging where it starts. Some perimenopause symptoms could fit. But, if I traced back, some personal events regarding interpersonal relationships were strong triggers too. Those who make me feel safe could turn me into a unrecognizable extrovert. But, those who don’t, could really make me lose appetite for saying a simple word. Like having brain freeze. It’s a hard work to stand people whose masks are layered. Even harder when those are ones I couldn’t escape.

I always one with plan and an executor once I found the right thing to do. But, my pace in life has always been a tortoise, never a hare. I build and progress slowly. It took me 18 years to bloom with 13 years of hard training. It took me several years to finally say yes to a marriage. It took me tiny steps for years to finally executed a huge step in my bussiness, and many more. I only jumped quickly when it comes to something which consequences will be bigger if it’s postponed, like paying a debt. For outsiders, it indeed looked stagnant and boring.

But, when I looked inside, I realized people use their own metrics to measure others. Most people use tangible data to measure life : number, medals, etc. To be fair, I used this too for judging myself in the past since I am accustomed to be judged by my society for these.

I could only slowly let go little by little when life started at 28. When I had all the worldly accomplishments I wanted to achieve, yet, I lost things that no amount of effort could bring back.

As I grow older, I slowly understand many things I have been doing in life couldn’t be measured by those tangibles. Courage, discipline, integrity, persistence, and endurance. I won’t display anthing here, but, looking at the lists things done this year, they are the proof of the values I live by. That is priceless.

This year also showed me many examples in personal, national, and global level that life is never about one who looks good outside and on the paper. Honesty, stability security (in our own skin), peace and tranquillity until the end are values that suit me most and it’s all an inside work.

If there’s one thing that I realized its absence is maybe the gratitude.

Gratitude, when it is taken, nothing feels right and that is one of the biggest losses that could happen to anyone. Lack of gratitude could dismiss any accomplishments despite all the hard work put to achieve it. I might be only seeing things are absent and overlooked the many of present ones.

My feelings are all valid. These all are real, hard, and uncomfortable. But, whose life then are without some burdens? For a lot of things that Allah keeps me having despite the current situation, inside and outside, I am giving myself a proper room for compassion and bigger room for gratitude.

Adulthood is complicated and it needs some skills to stay afloat during the turbulence. The coping skills that one should have to deal with many ugly faces life throws needs rigorous training. It’s training for the soul that takes time to build.

Accept the situation and focus with what I can do with what I have. Letting all the uncomfortable feeling and the positive ones going hand in hand for a while. Let them sit together without allowing one side taking over another. I regularly taking out clutter out of my home, that is also the same thing I do for my soul. Like pruning unnecessary feeling, recognizing which are just noise and which are the actual thing that I should address.

One thing that I have been asking myself since few years back whenever things are tough: What Allah actually wants me to learn this time?

I slowly shift my mind by looking at many things that Allah still allows me to have despite my current circumstances. I remembered one of the saying from Umar Bin Khatab that said he never worried about whether Allah would fulfill his prayers or not,one thing that he worried the most was whether Allah would still allow him to make the prayer or not.

That is exactly what I need reminded myself of.

The level and kind of confidence I always strive to maintain at all times

Such a delightful end of year lesson.

PS : knowing how much words mean to me, having a file with collection of kind words received through the years is a great idea. It really comes in handy during such period.

Posted in Life happens, Thoughts

Thirteen with Bin

We mostly inherit the idea of marriage from our close family, society, like it is a milestone that everyone should arrive at in certain point of their life.

For someone who enjoys being alone and realized it at pretty young age, I once threw a question to my mother, when I was in my 20s : “Emang harus ya nikah?” (Is it really necessary to get married?)

It wasn’t a kind of bitter question against marriage, I was just simply questioning the idea whether it was necessary to get married. My mom was responding in a neutral way telling me there was a lot of advantages to be married.

I couldn’t ask further questions and longer conversation since it was morning where we had to get ready to go to work.

I actually never against marriage because being a mother was clearly written as an item in my little dream book. To achieve that, being in a legal relationship called marriage is a must.

I used a lot of brainstorming with myself before marriage. Five compulsory preferences and few optional ones. Having conversations with plenty of people, observing real life cases, and taking notes what I wanted and I didn’t want based on what I saw.

I concluded the importance of one thing before getting married :

I need to like the person first, and more than I love him.

For me, like is stronger and more solid foundation than love. While love mostly comes from feeling, like comes more from thinking.

Like means you approve of the basics of what you see from the other party. The character, the values, and the person as a whole, and the alignment of what he has with mine.

We need to like the person we married first, without adding or subtracting anything to the equation, and liking them as they are. When you’re asked, “Without any strings attached, would you be friends with this person?” the answer is an absolute yes.

I am lucky enough to know and build a friendship with the person I married since we were young. No title, no income, no job, just a clueless confused but full of conviction boy who was trying to figure out his life.

Having been in a marriage for thirteen years, I quite agreed with my mother’s answer. From my perspective, marriage offers many advantages across many aspects of life.

One thing I am most grateful for is that it gives me time, space, and energy to practice my beliefs in a safe environment. I am allowed to learn, practice, and apply those beliefs through the roles I have in marriage.

Such a positive tone might be misleading assuming things were, are and have always been easy.

Anything related to humans has never been. Last year’s reflection in one of my social media posts said :

Nothing good in life comes easy. So does a good marriage, I guess.

Marriage in Islam is considered as the longest form of ibadah and Ibadah is always a hard work.

Just like doing five prayers a day demands discipline.
Paying monthly Zakat requires honesty, sincerity, and commitment.
Fasting needs the self control and emotional regulations. Hajj asks to prepare our financial, physical, and mental strength before doing it.
They are exactly what marriage takes not only to survive, but also insya Allah to thrive.

A long term relationship is a continous hard work, facing conflict and challenge while choosing to show up and willing to repair quickly and continually.

Easier written than done obviously.

I am beyond grateful for the chance to be in in a group work in a small classroom to figure out the answers to a simple worksheet in an English class then to work on many life assignments in this world, and for the hereafter, together.

I pray wholeheartedly for continous blessing, more barakah and peace this partnership brings.

Amin. Amin. Amin.

PS : this is just a two cents from many obversation and real life experience. In my opinion, men and women have different need in marriage. Men need wife (or woman) to live. Women needs life. To live is a verb. It can change depends on time. Life is a noun. It’s constant. Not change depends on time or season. It just again my two cents observing why older women rarely re-marry after the first one ended (for any reasons) and could still thriving, yet man, most of them, could enter the next one as quickly as it’s allowed to be, to keep surviving.

PS 2 : Few days after publishing this post, this one came.

Posted in Favorite things, Past learning, Thoughts

The Best Life Project This Year

One of the heartfelt family pictures and the happiest volunteering project this year.

These are my mother’s village in raising us. At least, four of these people in this picture had once sent me to YPM when I was little. These are ones that survived my teenager years regular crankiness during two years I lived alone in grandma’s house without my family. One of my aunt’s son accompanied me to school in Tebet, from Tomang, before heading to his office in Kelapa Gading, by bus, daily. I was suddenly turned into a spoiled brat while living with them. I can list more but let’s stop here.

When I knew they wanted to perform umrah, but seemed uncertain and unclear about the time and process, I couldn’t help being fussy. To realize any dreams and good intentions, once the money is there, it’s important to execute it asap. Unless, the distraction will always win.

So, I started bugging and nagging telling them I would take care everything and they just had to pay.

This is their very first trip abroad. I enjoyed all the hassles it brings. From registering and sending them for their first passport book, choosing the umrah travel and the package to the smallest detail that cater what they wanted, registering for vaccines and visiting the travel office to do fitting and travel kit pick up, managing payments, to countless whatsapp chats in a dedicated group giving reminders, answering questions, and many more for the past four month. I emptied days in my calendar to accompany them.

Being a shadow agent, the travel agent officer put me in the umroh group chat so I can enjoy the trip too. Couldn’t help being so teary for the past few days looking at all the pictures and videos. One of my aunts called from the hotel in Madinah then we cried together on the phone while laughing happily. She called me again after returning saying how impressed she was with the service during the trip and hoping to return soon.

Being involved and in-charge for my mother’s family umroh plan is truly an honor.

May Allah accept all the worship and prayers, repay all their kindness, and add more blessings to them and their family. Amin.

(When I looked back, a huge part of me become a giver, some credit goes to them).

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Giver, Taker, Matcher

Few circumstances since last year gave me some lessons in real life regarding to human relationships.

But, only few recent events reminded me of an Adam Grant’s book : Give and Take. He explained the idea in an organizational setting, but actually it can be applicable in any settings of human relationship.

When it comes to relationship with human, more giving doesn’t mean more receiving.
Often, the more you give, the less you receive.

Giving depends a lot on the capacity and energy. Giving tells a lot more about the capacity of the giver rather than the taker. When we give something to human and don’t receive the equal amount of what we give, it’s simply because their capacity is not on the level of ours.

Giver operates on a different level than the other two. Their mindset is always about what they can do for others within their power, even many times beyond their power.

The funny thing based on research mentioned in the book : compared to taker and matcher, in any industry tested, giver is a group who earn the least. The last position belongs to giver. Above the giver are taker and matcher, but, here’s the best part, who earned the most and for a long period of time?

It’s giver too.

In the book, what separates the lower rank giver and upper one was self-interest. Selfless givers only think about others and neglect themselves, while otherish givers, along with think about others, they also have a strong sense of self-interest.

Based on this, it’s important to be giver who konws their own limit because taker doesn’t have any. Taker is the worst type of all.

I slowly learn when you deal with taker, you should have a slight degree of matcher mentality. Because no matter what, you can’t give and pour from an empty cup.

The best thing for a giver is dealing with another giver. It reminds me of few relationship I have growing up. I just realized I am mostly matcher in many surface level of relationships, but very much giver in a close knitted group. I think I remember writing this too.

But, even in a close-knitted group, being a giver should be always done with a pinch of salt. Humans have expectations and when it is not met, then something feels uncomfortable and unpleasant. But, we can’t control others. So, it’s ours to learn how to deal with it.

First, understand that what we do and how we deal with others, it reflects more of our capacity, capabilities and characters. Not theirs. This makes sense why being a giver is hard. Giving needs building something inside. It needs thinking.

Second, in spite of being a giver, it’s important to have a certain degree matcher mentality while dealing with takers, who always tend to make everything about themselves. Being a giver with boundaries is personally important.

Human relationship and its complexity always perplexes me.

Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité, Thoughts

The Elevenths

All the sweetness and savory birthday meals. May she enjoy all these flavors life bring.

I love myself before becoming a mother.
I love myself even better as the years go by.
It has improved so many aspects of my personal life.
It sets my priorities right, improve my time and energy management, and helps me trying to pursue the right goals in life.

In raising her, I keep editing my life and adjusting my direction.

It’s not only about raising a human being to be something in the future, doing specific jobs. It’s more about raising someone who knows who she is, where she came from, and where and to whom she will return.

Putting my best effort into raising a conscious human being with a strong sense of direction in life. So whenever she’s lost, she still knows to whom and where she must return and turn.

Keep improving the work of raising a person with confidence and humility, knowing there will always be The Most Merciful and The Most Powerful to protect her, grant all her heart wishes, and guide her to achieve them. At the same time, she understands where the credit goes for everything she has in life.

A human being who understands the real compass in life is never another human being. Including me, her mother. She is not me and will never be me. So, I hope she’ll find herself, and I sincerely hope she’ll find herself in the right place, doing the right thing,surrounded by the right people.

I hope you live a great life filled with barakah.

Keep your head down to count your many uncountable blessings,
Keep your hope high while you ask for your future.
Give your best effort and let Allah decide the rest.

Fasten your seat belt.
Focus.
Have fun.

Happy Birthday, darling.

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Rhytm and System

One keyword

Based on personal experiences, endurance to survive and hopefully thrive in doing important things for a long time needs two things : Rhytm and System.

Rhytm, like in music, it keeps the song going in steady beat from the beginning to the end. Kind of rhytm we have is mostly decided by what kind of habits we do. In mental health issues, it starts when one is slowly losing control over their rhytm and they couldn’t reclaim it and pick up themselves.

But, rhytm alone is not enough. We need the melody (and lyrics) to make a song beatiful and meaningful. Drum can’t stand alone without any other melodic instruments.

The next level is about combining everything into one solid form called system. To build a system that works for many areas in life, it starts with having one that works in our personal life. Solid systems outside is the result of solid system inside.

Deciding the rhytm and building system are two that I have been constantly doing unconsciously in many areas of life. Whenever I am in the new setting, I always sit and observe first how I will operate in the new environment.

It explains why the first thing I have done after arrive in new city is tidying up and unpacking right away after returning back. Losing the rhytm is detected as a danger for my system and it makes me can’t function properly.

It explains why I couldn’t survive daily full time job and only lasted for two years and never returned. Spent most of my daily rhytm in other people’s systems doesn’t fit and help me to achieve what I need and want to do in life, if I continued to stay there.

Building the system that works doesn’t happen in an instant. It needs trial and error. What works for some times might not work for another time.

This is actually a very much self reminder after witnessing a lot of changes happening in this year.
“Was it this hard at that time?”. Trying to make sense whether I am getting impatient or what.

When things run well, it’s easy to say your system works.But, when it doesn’t, you start questioning whether it’s time to change or you have to wait and see.

A long-term project called life requires constant improvement and attention.

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Money and Boundaries

In understanding the relationship between myself and money, I found some patterns :

  • In personal finance, I have always been loyal and frugal.
  • In family finance, I have always been royal, love exploring new trials, while keep being rationale.
  • In bussiness finance, I have been quite royal when it comes to the sustainability of the business, but often playing small when it comes to the expanding the wall.

I see that I behave differently in front of every bank account/card and unconsciously categorize purchases according to which department they belong to. I always try my best to draw a clear line when I choose which bank app/card should I pick to pay for the transaction.

Setting boundaries to others indeed start with setting boundaries to yourself.

Why they never teach this at school?

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Learned Helplessness

This year’s noise has been among the most overwhelming. All in personal, national, and global levels. It feels like having overstimulation inside out.

The brain seems to have taken on too many duties and is unable to stop processing a wide range of circumstances that occur in sequence or simultaneously throughout the year.

Keep trying to make sense of things that happened beyond my shallow comprehension. Try to rationalize the behavior that I thought was impossible to perform by a supposed decent human being.

In another lane, witnessing how a 20-year difference can really pass by, and how it’s really possible for one not to move an inch from where they were. But, things are never static. Things that I call not moving, it is actually moving, but, instead of progressing, they are regressing.

Being 20 years older and regressing without realizing it.

It disturbed me more than I realized. I have been talking to myself about what actually bothers me.

I haven’t figured out the answer but found a similarity in all these examples.

Learned helplessness.

From this source :

“Learned helplessness is a psychological state where you believe you have no control over what happens to you. This occurs after a person has repeatedly experienced stressful, uncontrollable events, leading to a feeling that your actions don’t matter”.

I understand change is hard. But not until this year did I see what life could be like if we really neglect the homework that should be done, skip the training that should be learned, and keep walking without a compass or clear direction. It could bring you literally anywhere before you realize you’re actually lost. Like you have no idea where you are, and it is a point of no return.

What’s worse, even after you realize it, you still don’t know where to go, because you’ve been accustomed to living a life without thinking for many years.

For someone who often suffers because whose brain couldn’t stop and doing too much thinking, it’s perplexing.

One who is regressing is actually asking the same question as one who is progressing: “How do I end up here?” Only with different tones. One with astonishment, while the other with confusion.

I have been searching for the root of learned helplessness other than stress and trauma. Is it possible because of multiple bad decision-making that keeps compounding? One bad decision-making that is not bothered to be fixed?

The level of thinking greatly influences decision-making, and it requires a certain level of intelligence —the higher, the better? Not really. At a certain point, thinking alone is not enough. It won’t bring you results. Doing and executing are the real work of decision-making.

How do we even know whether a decision is good or bad? Before making it, one that feels harder, seems impossible, and stretches the heart and brain to the maximum to execute is usually a good one.

After living it, we will slowly be shown the result. At this point, is it possible to turn a bad decision to be slightly better one? Possible. But, we have to do the homework. Slightly harder than before, but, the sooner it is realized, the easier to fix. This too needs thinking

Doing and excuting need one ingredient that I didn’t realize I have been having growing up due to many unintentional circumstances that push me to keep exercising it : courage.

I think courage is the cure(?) of learned helplessness. Since it’s learned, it can surely be unlearned. But, courage is not given. It’s practiced through continuous execution.

I also realized how important it is to live with good, honorable, and respectable wants. Not only needs. Not to gain other’s approval, but to respect yourself.

Wants make you think, make you hopeful, make you go out and try, and make you feel alive. While, helplessness is the root of hopelessness. It’s hard to imagine to operate life with such state.

Thinking, doing, and executing is hard. But, the consequences of neglecting them are even harder. Maybe this is why people say life is hard. Neither choice is easy.

Maybe this is also why the Quran keeps repeating certain lines many times :

“Afala ta’kilun?” (don’t you use your intellect?)

“Afala tatafakkarun?”(don’t you think?”)

“Afala yatadabbarun?” (don’t you reflect?”)

The more examples I see, the more I understand how powerful the intellect is.

I have said enough.

One line from Murakami keeps playing inside my head while writing this :

There are three reasons I failed. Not enough training. Not enough training. And not enough training.

Closing this with a line found in Medium :

Writing is how to make sure your train of thought arrives at the station”.

Back to the cave.

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Five Things Realized After Turning 40

  1. Things sown during the twenties were slowly and constantly reaped in the forties. Not (just) money, but more like habits, mindset, struggles, and any hard choices made in the 20s start returning the investment in the 40s. At least, it makes life slightly easier than many.
  2. As a parent, I just realized that the training to deal with a certain decade starts a decade before.
  3. Any training done consistently in any decade will compound in the subsequent decades. We really become what we repeat over and over again. The good and the bad. Unless we make the unconscious conscious, it will direct our life, and we call it fate, said Jung.
  4. To be authentically transparent and honest about ourselves, it’s essential to have regular alone time during our youth. To separate from the crowd, to listen closely to your own voice and thoughts, and to think about where we want to go and what we should do to get there. If a man knows not to which port he sails, no wind is favorable, said Seneca. Being able to sit with yourself is a highly underrated skill that many people don’t realize the importance of.
  5. Two hardest ibadah in Islam are two : Shalat and marriage. One that we have to do daily, maintain regularly, and take care of mindfully. Two that if we neglect, the effects won’t show instantly, but slowly, unnoticed, and before we know it, it crashes the entire system. Taking care those two is the foundation of sanity in adults life. Nothing really works if these two don’t.

I really need to break the writing absence by starting small.