Just forgive your enemies. Nothing annoys them so much. -Oscar Wilde
Assalamualaikum wr.wb
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Selamat Idul Fitri 1427 Hijriah
Minal Aidzin wal Faidzin
Mohon maaf lahir dan batin...
Semoga apa yang telah kita kerjakan selama satu bulan, terefleksikan kembali di 11 bulan sisanya.
Sekali lagi, mohon maaf sebesar-besarnya atas segala kesalahan.
Best,
Adilla
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Sisyphus
Rambling...rambling...
Dulu pernah baca cerita tentang Sisyphus ini, dari buku mitologi Yunani terbitan Grafitti kalo gak salah. Jadi ceritanya dia dihukum sama dewa seumur hidup, dorong-dorong batu ke puncak gunung, tapi setiap hampir sampe di puncak, batu itu jatuh ke bawah lagi. Dan dia pun mesti kembali ke bawah dan ngedorong batu itu ke atas lagi. Terus menerus. Karena masih kecil, yang kepikiran waktu itu cuma: kasihan banget ya orang ini, masa dihukumnya nggak banget gitu loh, gak kebayang deh harus dorong-dorong batu terus seumur hidup. Astagfirullah.
Dan tadi...ada lecture tentang drama, "Waiting for Godot". Intinya Albert Camus ngejadiin mitologi Sisyphus ini sebagai contoh teater absurd. Yup, that's it. An absurd man, a man that is conscious of the futility of life.
Murphy bilang kalo " If we don't know that life is aimless, it's perfectly fine." Yes, as long as you don't know that your life is aimless, pointless, etc, it is FINE!. So, what is LIFE, anyway?
Mungkin gak sih kita pernah (dan masih, mungkin?) menjalani kehidupan ala si Sisyphus ini?Repeating mindless activity? A life is but a life without a passion. If we do this, it means that we are torturing ourselves beyond our limit.., without even realizing it! Tapi mungkin yang lebih tragis adalah kita sadar sepenuhnya bahwa kita "menyiksa" diri sendiri, but we are powerless to do anything that may allow us to run from such a fate. We may be powerless, but being powerless is definitely "acceptable", but being rebellious is "unacceptable". What we believe in is what defines ourselves, since a man without beliefs and religions doesn't know who he is. Even the greatest poet can't articulate what's in his/her heart properly, let alone knows about himself/herself.
Oh iya, ini ada quote yang bagus banget dari "A Myth of Sisyphus", by Albert Camus:
Lengkapnya silakan baca di sini:
If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him? The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
And another one:
One does not discover the absurd without attempting to write a manual of happiness. "What! by such narrow ways--?" There is but one world, however. Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable. It would be a mistake to say that happiness necessarily springs from the absurd discovery. It happens as well that the feeling of the absurd springs from happiness. "I conclude that all is well," says Oedipus, and that remark is sacred. It echoes in the wild and limited universe of man. It teaches that all is not, has not been, exhausted. It drives out of this world a god who had come into it with dissatisfaction and a preference for futile sufferings. It makes of fate a human matter, which must be settled among men.
Dulu pernah baca cerita tentang Sisyphus ini, dari buku mitologi Yunani terbitan Grafitti kalo gak salah. Jadi ceritanya dia dihukum sama dewa seumur hidup, dorong-dorong batu ke puncak gunung, tapi setiap hampir sampe di puncak, batu itu jatuh ke bawah lagi. Dan dia pun mesti kembali ke bawah dan ngedorong batu itu ke atas lagi. Terus menerus. Karena masih kecil, yang kepikiran waktu itu cuma: kasihan banget ya orang ini, masa dihukumnya nggak banget gitu loh, gak kebayang deh harus dorong-dorong batu terus seumur hidup. Astagfirullah.
Dan tadi...ada lecture tentang drama, "Waiting for Godot". Intinya Albert Camus ngejadiin mitologi Sisyphus ini sebagai contoh teater absurd. Yup, that's it. An absurd man, a man that is conscious of the futility of life.
Murphy bilang kalo " If we don't know that life is aimless, it's perfectly fine." Yes, as long as you don't know that your life is aimless, pointless, etc, it is FINE!. So, what is LIFE, anyway?
Mungkin gak sih kita pernah (dan masih, mungkin?) menjalani kehidupan ala si Sisyphus ini?Repeating mindless activity? A life is but a life without a passion. If we do this, it means that we are torturing ourselves beyond our limit.., without even realizing it! Tapi mungkin yang lebih tragis adalah kita sadar sepenuhnya bahwa kita "menyiksa" diri sendiri, but we are powerless to do anything that may allow us to run from such a fate. We may be powerless, but being powerless is definitely "acceptable", but being rebellious is "unacceptable". What we believe in is what defines ourselves, since a man without beliefs and religions doesn't know who he is. Even the greatest poet can't articulate what's in his/her heart properly, let alone knows about himself/herself.
Oh iya, ini ada quote yang bagus banget dari "A Myth of Sisyphus", by Albert Camus:
Lengkapnya silakan baca di sini:
If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him? The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
And another one:
One does not discover the absurd without attempting to write a manual of happiness. "What! by such narrow ways--?" There is but one world, however. Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable. It would be a mistake to say that happiness necessarily springs from the absurd discovery. It happens as well that the feeling of the absurd springs from happiness. "I conclude that all is well," says Oedipus, and that remark is sacred. It echoes in the wild and limited universe of man. It teaches that all is not, has not been, exhausted. It drives out of this world a god who had come into it with dissatisfaction and a preference for futile sufferings. It makes of fate a human matter, which must be settled among men.
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