Be A Samurai

Fakta

Individu dengan golongan darah B memiliki antigen B pada permukaan sel darah merahnya dan menghasilkan antibodi terhadap antigen A dalam serum darahnya. Sehingga, orang dengan golongan darah B-negatif hanya dapat menerima darah dari orang dengan dolongan darah B-negatif atau O-negatif

Sifat

• Orang yang bergolongan darah B ini cenderung penasaran dan tertarik terhadap segalanya.
• Mereka juga cenderung mempunyai terlalu banyak kegemaran dan hobby. Kalau sedang suka dengan sesuatu biasanya mereka menggebu-gebu namun cepat juga bosan.
• Tapi biasanya mereka bisa memilih mana yang lebih penting dari sekian banyak hal yang di kerjakannya.
• Mereka cenderung ingin menjadi nomor satu dalam berbagai hal ketimbang hanya dianggap rata-rata. Dan biasanya mereka cenderung melalaikan sesuatu jika terfokus dengan kesibukan yang lain. Dengan kata lain, mereka tidak bisa mengerjakan sesuatu secara berbarengan.
• Mereka dari luar terlihat cemerlang, riang, bersemangat dan antusias. Namun sebenarnya hal itu semua sama sekali berbeda dengan yang ada didalam diri mereka.
• Mereka bisa dikatakan sebagai orang yang tidak ingin bergaul dengan banyak orang.
  Otaknya cerdas, sifatnya periang dan rasa humornya tinggi. Demen banget ngobrol, bahkan kalau sudah ketemu orang yang dianggapnya cocok, betah ngobrol sampai berjam-jam lamanya.Orang yang memiliki golongan darah B termasuk orang yang mudah bergaul. Sahabatnya ada di mana-mana. Sikapnya selalu optimis dan jika sudah mengambil keputusan, sulit sekali diubah. Pendiriannya yang keras itulah yang menjadikannya sering meraih sukses. Apa yang dicita-citakannya selalu tercapai.Kelemahan dari orang yang memiliki golongan darah B adalah kurang hati-hati. Suka pamer dan suka dipuji. Bicaranya terkadang seperti nggak pakai kontrol. Nggak jarang sering membuat lawan bicaranya tersinggung.
  

Karakter Orang Bergolongan Darah B

Orang dengan golongan darah B merupakan orang yang paling praktis di antara semua golongan darah yang ada. Mereka adalah spesialis di bidang yang digelutinya. Ketika mereka memulai sebuah proyek, mereka akan menghabiskan waktu lebih banyak untuk memahami dan mencoba mengikuti semua petunjuk/arahan yang diperlukan untuk itu. Jika mengerjakan sesuatu, mereka selalu fokus kepada apa yang tengah dikerjakan. Mereka cenderung berpedoman pada tujuan dan mengejarnya sampai tuntas walau pun kelihatannya pekerjaan itu tidak mungkin dilakukan. Mereka cenderung kurang kooperatif. Mereka lebih suka mengikuti peraturan dan gagasan mereka sendiri. Orang dengan golongan darah B memberikan perhatian lebih kepada pikiran daripada perasaan mereka, dan karenanya, terkadang kelihatannya dingin dan serius.

Cara Berkomunikasi dengan Orang Bergolongan Darah B

Ada karakter ada gaya. Orang bergolongan darah B memiliki karakter yang berbeda dengan mereka yang bergolongan darah A. Mereka lebih praktis, egois, kreatif, optimis dan bebas dalam berpikir. Mereka juga memiliki kecenderungan mengerjakan segala sesuatu secara individual. Oleh karena itu, di Jepang, untuk membentuk sebuah tim yang kuat sehingga motto yang digagas John C. Maxwell: teamwork makes the dream work benar-benar menjadi kenyataan, orang golongan darah B ini biasanya kurang dilibatkan.

Untuk lebih jelas, gaya komunikasi dengan orang bergolongan darah B berikut dapat dijadikan pedoman:
Mulailah pembicaraan dengan runtun, jangan melompat-lompat karena mereka kurang menyukai hal-hal yang tidak teratur.
1. Jangan memulai pembicaraan tanpa mengakhirinya.
2. Gunakan data-data akurat, bukan rekaan.
3. Jika mengajak kerjasama, pastikan bahwa mereka bersedia.
4. Berbicaralah kepada otaknya bukan hatinya. Gunakan lebih banyak fakta rasional daripada sosial.
5. Jangan menggunakan gaya bicara yang terburu-buru.

Orang dengan golongan darah B lebih suka mendengarkan uraian rinci dan runtun. Mereka suka ada awal dan akhir dari sebuah percakapan. Karena mereka sangat concern dengan apa yang telah dimulai untuk dapat diakhiri. Mereka tidak suka orang yang berbicara secara tidak jelas dan tanpa pertimbangan rasional karena mereka lebih menggunakan nalar rasio-nya daripada perasaannya.

Penyakit

Berikut ini Penyakit yang sering dijumpai pada Orang bergolongan Darah B
- Kerusakan sistem syaraf,
- susah tidur,
- sakit kepala atau migrain,
- penyakit hati,
- gangguan saluran empedu,
- gangguan saat haid,
- sakit tulang belakang,
- kegemukan
- serangan jantung

Rangkuman Makanan
Pemilik golongan darah B adalah kebalikan dari golongan darah A. Mereka diizinkan menyantap sumber hewani dengan sumber hewani dengan porsi lebih banyak. Namun karena memiliki darah B rentan terhadap penyakit autoimun dan serangan virus, mereka dianjurkan untuk mengkonsumsi sayuran hijau yang kaya magnesium. Daftar makanan yang diperbolehkan adalah semua produk susu kecuali, blue cheese dan es krim, telur ayam baik organik maupun ayam kampung.

Ciri khas:
-Sistem kekebalan tubuh kuat
-Stres bisa diatasi dengan melakukan pekerjaan yang membutuhkan kreatifitas
-Dianjurkan melakukan latihan gerak seperti renang dan jalan kaki
-Dianjurkan juga untuk melakukan diet dengan berbagai variasi dari setaip golongan darah
-Tipe ini sangat cocok untuk asupan susu

Jenis olahraga:
Olahraga fisik sedang dengan unsur mental seperti, hiking, tenis dan berenang
Berikut adalah tips hal-hal berkenaan tentang diet golongan darah B:
Sangat bermanfaat : Kambing, kelinci, rusa, ikan salem, ikan sarden, susu sapi, roti, brokoli, ubi, wortel,
kembang kol, terong, dan teh hijau
Netral : Sapi, kerbau, hati, kalkun, ikan hiu, cumi-cumi, ikan tuna, mentega
Pantang : Bebek, angsa, ayam, belibis, babi, kuda, burung dara, keong, kepiting, katak, lobster, es krim, gandum, tomat, labu, jagung, alpukat, kelapa

setiap hari akan mengusir dokter pergi, begitu kata peribahasa Inggris. Berbicara tentang buah apel (Malus pumila), tentunya tak dapat dilepaskan dari kajian pomology, yaitu cabang dari ilmu botani yang mempelajari segala sesuatu tentang buah-buahan, termasuk budidaya, pelestarian, pengolahan, dsb.

Sedangkan istilah medicopomology adalah murni ciptaan penulis (Dr.Dito Anurogo), yang menggabungkan istilah medico- (medis, kedokteran) dan pomology. Sehingga terminologi medicopomology dapat berarti:

1. Ilmu kedokteran yang membahas tentang buah-buahan.
2. Ilmu yang membahas tentang buah-buahan ditinjau dari sisi medis.
3. Ilmu yang mengkaji tentang buah-buahan dari sisi terapeutik.
4. Ilmu yang mempelajari tentang buah-buahan yang berpotensi sebagai obat.
Adapun pembahasan di dalam artikel berikut ini penulis khususkan pada buah apel (Malus pumila Mill), atau orchard apple

Seorang wanita bertanya pada seorang pria tentang cinta dan harapan.

Wanita berkata ingin menjadi bunga terindah di dunia dan pria berkata ingin menjadi matahari. Wanita tidak mengerti kenapa pria ingin jadi matahari, bukan kupu kupu atau kumbang yang bisa terus menemani bunga.

Wanita berkata ingin menjadi rembulan dan pria berkata ingin tetap menjadi matahari. Wanita semakin bingung karena matahari dan bulan tidak bisa bertemu, tetapi pria ingin tetap jadi matahari.

Wanita berkata ingin menjadi Phoenix yang bisa terbang ke langit jauh di atas matahari dan pria berkata ia akan selalu menjadi matahari.

Wanita tersenyum pahit dan kecewa. Wanita sudah berubah 3x namun pria tetap keras kepala ingin jadi matahari tanpa mau ikut berubah bersama wanita. Maka wanita pun pergi dan tak pernah lagi kembali tanpa pernah tahu alasan kenapa pria tetap menjadi matahari.

Pria merenung sendiri dan menatap matahari.

Saat wanita jadi bunga, pria ingin menjadi matahari agar bunga dapat terus hidup. Matahari akan memberikan semua sinarnya untuk bunga agar ia tumbuh, berkembang dan terus hidup sebagai bunga yang cantik. Walau matahari tahu ia hanya dapat memandang dari jauh dan pada akhirnya kupu kupu yang akan menari bersama bunga. Ini disebut kasih yaitu memberi tanpa pamrih.

Saat wanita jadi bulan, pria tetap menjadi matahari agar bulan dapat
terus bersinar indah dan dikagumi.

Cahaya bulan yang indah hanyalah pantulan cahaya matahari, tetapi saat semua makhluk mengagumi bulan siapakah yang ingat kepada matahari. Matahari rela memberikan cahaya nya untuk bulan walaupun ia sendiri tidak bisa menikmati cahaya bulan, dilupakan jasanya dan kehilangan kemuliaan nya sebagai pemberi cahaya agar bulan mendapatkan kemuliaan tersebut. Ini disebut dengan Pengorbanan, menyakitkan namun sangat layak untuk cinta.

Saat wanita jadi Phoenix yang dapat terbang tinggi jauh ke langit bahkan di atas matahari, pria tetap selalu jadi matahari agar Phoenix bebas untuk pergi kapan pun ia mau dan matahari tidak akan mencegahnya.

Matahari rela melepaskan phoenix untuk pergi jauh, namun matahari akan selalu menyimpan cinta yang membara di dalam hatinya hanya untuk phoenix.

Matahari selalu ada untuk Phoenix kapan pun ia mau kembali walau phoenix tidak selalu ada untuk matahari. Tidak akan ada makhluk lain selain Phoenix yang bisa masuk ke dalam matahari dan mendapatkan cinta nya. Ini disebut dengan Kesetiaan, walaupun ditinggal pergi dan dikhianati namun tetap menanti dan mau memaafkan.

Pria tidak pernah menyesal menjadi matahari bagi wanita.

(inspired from Agnes Monica Song, Matahariku)

Sayapku patah
Kakiku berdarah
Lukaku mengubah nanah
Aku tak lagi bisa melangkah
Tubuhku semakin lemah
Aku menyerah
Kalah

Batu, 08 Februari 08

Sayang.....
Aku bukanlah seekor kumbang
Menghisap madu pada tiap kembang

Sayang.....
Aku juga bukan seekor kunang-kunang
Berkemilau indah seperti bintang

Sayang....
Aku hanyalah sebuah ilalang
Sejummput rumput di padang gersang

Batu, 28 Januari 2008
Aku sadar perbedaan kita terlalu jauh sayang. Namun apakah salah bila aku masih mencintaimu dengan segala ketulusan. Tuhan berilah hamba petunjuk....

Dinda....
Disini aku (masih) berduka
Mengemban lara
Memendam rasa
Saat engkau tiada

Mengenang saat dulu kita bersama
Bercanda mesra
Bagai kekasih yang lama tak bersua

Sekarang aku hanya mengelus dada
Mencoba memahami luka
Kian lama kian menganga

Bilamana cinta tak harus memiliki
Aku memilih sendiri
Menanti...
Sampai kau kembali
Sampai kau mengerti
Cinta ini senantiasa bersemi abadi
Dinda......

Batu, 27 Januari 2008
Maafkan aku yang terlalu mencintaimu

A day without you,
Is a day without me,
For you make me who I am,
And who I want to be.

A day without you,
Is a day without light,
For you light up my sky,
And you light up my life.

A day without you,
Is a day without sound,
For I open my ears,
To hear you around.

A day without you,
Is a day without cheer,
For you make me smile,
And you don't cause a tear.

A day without you,
Is a day without sight,
For you open my eyes,
And make my world bright.

But a day without you,
Will never be,
Because I trust in you,
That you will never hurt me

Bad Day's
Batu, Black Desember 07

Everyday I pray for you to stay
But I had a dream you went away
A dream that I'll never forget
Leaving no reason behind you left
Wondering what went wrong
I thought our relationship was going strong
Trying to pick up my concentration
I was seeking for an explanation
But we've lost communication
I tried to look for you everywhere
But I couldn't find you anywhere
I hope that you're aware
That you left me in despair

Later I woke up...
It was a nightmare that I could never bare

December Storm 07

The years had past by like a kitten on the winters snow, it left it's paw prints on her soul. She sat alone on her porch as the southern breeze blew, making her long hair dance around her. No longer was it dark like the North Dakota coal, but with age it had finally turned to a soft white which only enhanced her grace and beauty. She sat and closed her eyes and like so many times, she drifted back in time. Sweeping her back to a time in her life that she couldn't still to this day forget. Her heart still raced when she thought of him. He was always there, she could still feel him. She knew he was alive, but she had lost contact with him over the many years.

You must be a hoot around the holidays. It was the first words he had spoken to her. Well he didn't speak them, he wrote them to her. But she still remembered them. Her hands caressed a memory book he had made for her so many years ago. The cover was frayed and tattered. The pictures were yellowed with age but the smiles where ageless and priceless. She could cite each and ever poem that was written in that book. How he had touched her in such a special way. No man had ever seen so deep within her soul like he had. His words made her heart come alive and still to this day they had a way of making her feel his love. Her mind was a whirl now as she could feel him even though it had been many many years since she last touched his lips with hers. He had such a touch, it was like being caressed by angels. When he was around the air was crisper, the sun shinned brighter, his love was intoxicating. Slowly she whispered, "Jack, where are you my love." She could remember so much about him. How it felt the day she left him and how she kept hoping to hear from him. The days went by and she tried to cope with it. Months past and she kept the faith that soon he would come for her, but he never did.

Her chair creek as she shifted her weight and closed her eyes. His eyes burned within her soul. He made her feel like she had never felt. His love was so pure, yet so simple. He had a way of making her feel like she was a goddess. He's touch was....love. She could never explain it, she had tried for many years to explain it but all she could say was....love. Why had she done what she had. She wished so bad so many times that she could turn back the hands of time. She would have done things differently if she could. They would be together.Then she would have never had to live with all these years wondering,"what if". She never knew a person could miss someone so completely like she missed him. It didn't matter what she had done through that time he was always a part of her day.

The clouds gathered as the sadness encompassed her. The fall leaves dropped from their perch and meandered to their resting place. The leaf covered ground looked like a quilt with it's patches of color. She had moved from the north about 10 years back trying to get away from the cold that she never got use too.

Her wrinkled hands turned the pages of the memory book. With gentleness she caressed each and every page. Her fingers ran over the pictures and the memories flashed with brilliance in your still youthful mind. She touched the bracelet on her wrist that he had given to her on one of his many visits to her. She looked up from the trance that imposed her and took the glasses from her eyes as once again a tear streamed down her face. Her heart still ached with such an emptiness. For all these years she had walked around with an emptiness within her. She had fought it, tried to pretend she was happy but she was the only one who really knew the true sadness that was buried within her.

She could hear his laugh. Ha Ha Ha, what a laugh he had. It had a way of making her smile like she never knew possible. She glanced down at the photos and there were the smiles of two young lovers. He was her lover for eternity. She could still feel the love that dwelt within her when they had been one. "Jack", she whispered. She closed her eyes and wish that he could feel what she was feeling at that moment. How many times had she done that throughout the years. She would sometimes think of him so hard hoping he could feel her. They were soul mates, so she knew without a doubt that sometimes no matter how far he was from her he could feel her. For there were times when she felt him. There were times that in the middle of the night she would wake and lay there, starring off into the darkness and she could feel him thinking of her. Just like now she could feel him thinking about her. It was almost as if they were together at those moments. It didn't matter where she was when it happen, be it in the bank, or in the grocery store it always felt the same. She would stop in her tracks and savor the moments. And as it would subside there would always be a heartfelt smile left in it's wake.

Even though she was old now, she longed to be with him. Could it be possible that they still could be lovers even though they were to old, both of them, to even do such acts. Was it possible to touch someone as they had years ago still at this age. She could feel his caress still to that day how he made her feel so loved. The way he would look at her always made her feel so wanted and needed. The tears continued to flow from her eyes and she looked at the pictures. With trembling hands she raised the memory book and placed a kiss on his youthful face. A smile framed her lovely face as she could feel him close to her.

The leaves pranced and danced there way across her yard. Without a warning one single leaf bounded free and tip toed across her porch. She watched as it meandered freely from one end of the porch and skirted across to the other side. With a wisk it was lifted high into the sky. Twirling and dancing it flew high up in the air. The hand of the wind carried it high in the graying sky. From up above the leaf had a birds eye view of the town that laid below it. It floated freely as the wind carried it to it's destination. Softly it landed only a few blocks from where it had started its journey. It skipped and hopped till it braced its self up against the rocker of a older gentlemen as he rocked back and forth.

The older gentlemen stopped rocking, he slowly bent down and picked up the brightly color leaf. What a beautiful leaf you are, he thought. He touched it with his wrinkled fingers and he stopped and pondered for a minute. Such beauty in something so simple he thought. Just like the women that still owned the key to his heart. He sighed, and slowly he closed his eyes and started to rock again. She was a thing of beauty. He had never seen someone so beautiful as her. It had been many, many years since he saw her but still her loveliness was blazed within his minds eye. He had once been an artist so he remembered ever little detail about her. The beauty of her smile and the way her freckles had highlighted her face. Her eyes were filled with so much joy and he would find himself getting lost in their trance. So many times he would just sit there and look at her not saying a word, only a smile on his face would say it all. "Rose, where are you my love?" he whispered. He missed her so. She was the women of his dreams, he had never known such beauty. It was not only the outer beauty that held him in awe but it was the beauty of her inner soul that captivated him still to this day.

Even though it had been many years since he saw her, still to this day she owned his heart and soul. Age had come to him in so many ways but it was his mind that was still as sharp as it had been when he was young and youthful. He often would dream about her, the things that they did. Their time had been brief, but oh my the times that they had were ones of wonderment and of pure joy.

The old man continued to rock. His eyes were fixed upon the leaf but his stair blazed past the leaf like it wasn't even there. He could see her. There were even times when he could smell how wonderful she had smelled. God she was so beautiful, she had such a grace and style about her that still with all the years continued to leave him in awe. He couldn't even begin to put it into words, even though he had tried so many times over the years. A tear began to well up in the corner of the mans eye. It made it's presents known and then leap from it's hiding place and made it's way down his wrinkled and tired face. The wrinkles on his face where likes lines in a book each one of them told of a story and so many of them had been with her. Even though he was not with her in flesh, he was with her in spirit. There hadn't been a day gone by that he hadn't thought about her.

He had kept to his promise he had given her so many years ago. He had never remarried and he had never been with another women. He had never lost the love for her. It still burned just as bright as the last time they saw each other and had told each other they loved one another so much. She was truly the love of his life and it sorrowed him so to know he had lost her. Why, still to this day he often pondered why it had all happen the way it did. Had he not shown her enough love? Had he not shown her that his love was true and he was devoted to her and her alone? Still to this day he could remember her words, "you have all of my heart", she had told him. "Oh Rose", he wept.

The sky began to get dark as the day was coming to an end. It was the same darkness that covered the old mans heart. It was as if someone had taken a dark vail and cloaked his heart with it never to see the light of day again. The rain began to fall as if it were tears falling from the angels above. As if the angels were looking down on these two lovers and the sadness could not be held back any longer. For you see it is love that is a gift. Often times love comes many times in ones life but it is a special love, a true love that is so rare and often never found by those who seek it all their life. To have obtained it and then to have embraced it only to open your hands and set it free is truly the saddest experience in ones life. Once you have drank from its cup you will never be the same again.

The old man stopped rocking. He looked off into the distance. Another day had come and gone. He had checked his mail hopping like so many times over there years that there would be a letter, a card, something in there from her. But nothing. He knew she was still alive. He could fell her. "I miss you Rose", he said with sadness in his aging voice.

He slowly set the leaf free and it tumbled carefree off his porch. He slow reached into his pocket and pulled out three items he carried with him each and everyday. There, in a piece of wax paper was some rose petals. They were from the first roses she had sent to him. There was a picture of her and him when they had met in Los Vegas and then there was the gold chain she had gotten him for his 40th birthday. He grasped the items tightly in his shaking hands as he started to pray. It was the same prayer he had said over the years. He asked the sweet Lord to please watch over his sweet love, Rose. Amen.

He reached down and picked up a note book. He took out a pen that he always used to write to her with and once again like so many times he jotted down a few loving words to her. My Dearest Rose, I know you are still out there and I know you will probably never get to see all these letters I have written to you over the years. I have written so many and they are all in these note books that are tucked away in a special place. Once again I have to say something to you my love. His pen became a blur as his heart poured out onto the paper that was before him what was deep within his heart and soul. Words leaped from his finger tips, his soul weeped.As Jack finished writing, a tear dropped to the page. It was to be the last time he would every write a poem in this life time.

The rain continued to fall and it was getting late so the old man, Jack, picked himself up out of his rocker and headed inside his lonely house.

Later that night as Rose was getting ready for bed, she stopped and looked at some of the things Jack had given her. He always seemed to have a witty mind back then and always knew just what to get her. But by far her favorite was the simplest. It was a little box painted dark red and hunter green. It had her name blazed across the top of it in gold letters and inside, was the key to Jacks heart. She picked up the box and held it close to her. Her aging fingers had a hard time getting the clasp to open, but finally it popped open. She gently pulled the tiny key out and read the poem he had written so many years ago.

He truly was the love of her life. She sighed as the loneliness filled her heart once again. She slowly walked over to her bed and with ever so much ease she climbed into the bed. The sheets were cold and she started to laugh. "Where are you Jack, when I need the bed to be warmed", Rose said with a happy thought in her heart. Rose slowly took off the tiny chain around her neck and with some difficulty put the tiny key on it. There she said, you have a nice place to sleep and you will be close to my heart. Rose got comfortable and once again said a prayer before turning off the light. "Dear sweet Jesus, please watch over the man that gave me this key so many years ago". She continued as her voice began to quiver and tears began to fall. When she was done she reached over and turned off the light. The room fell silent and dark, except for the night light that cast a glow down the hallway.

Jack walked his way to his bedroom. He reached over and slowly lit a candle just like he had done every night for so many years. The night was a special time it had always been there special time so once again he couldn't help but think of her. With ease he got up and walked over to the mirror and with hands shaking he for the first time in many many years put the gold necklace on she had gotten him. He looked over and there on his dresser was a picture of her in a clock she had given to him the last time they saw each other. He picked up the picture and carried it over to his bed stand. He still to that day had the look when he gazed upon her ever lasting beauty. He put the picture down on the night stand and slowly eased his way between the sheets. He turned and clicked off the lamp and the room was filled with the glow of the single candle that burned so brightly.

He quickly said a prayer and then with a sigh in his voice he told Rose goodnight like he had a thousand times. "Goodnight Pooh", he said, "I love you."

From the heavens the angels descended. They came with a host of others to be with these two lovers. It was time. Life comes to us and we travel along it's roads, only to find that it is a brief journey. But life doesn't end just now, we go on to some place that we will all be together.

As the two lovers closed their eyes in unison the angels looked down to help them with their next journey. Jack was the first to go, he looked upon the smiling face of the angels and knew everything was going to be ok.For he knew he would finally get to see his beloved Rose once again.

Rose closed her eyes and a smile swept across her face as she departed to be with the man she had loved so much. The angels came for her and took her hand. She didn't fear a thing for she had waited for this time for many many years. The angles took her hand and carried her to her destination.

Jack and Rose, finally were together again. The angels knowing of their undying love brought the two lovers together. The smiles they had filled the heavens above with a brilliant light. They joined hands and with a song in their hearts they danced their way to heaven............

Spinning around day after day
Wish would send a signal my way
One that does tell me your heart is so true
One which eliminates sadness and feelings of blue

Flooding my mind with thoughts of us past
Holding on to those memories and making them last
Drawn into you with each subtle kiss
I melt when you touch me, I drip with such bliss.

I need to let go of the reminiscence of you.
It’s the only way to move forward when I know what is true
I am not in your mind, nor your soul or your heart
And now I am without you and falling apart

Cinta adalah misteri. Pernah aku mencoba memahami, namun aku semakin tak mengerti. Pernah aku mencoba mencari, namun aku malah tersesat kian kemari tanpa pernah bisa kembali. Dan dengan sendirinya aku mulai menyadari, cinta memang tak harus memiliki.

Ada yang datang dan pergi, silih berganti. Hanya saja tak semua yang pergi akan berpulang kembali. Sosok-sosok terkasih reinkarnasi pada gemerlap sunyi, nun jauh diselubung dimensi mimpi tanpa tepi. Manakala pagi bersanding dengan sang mentari, halusinasi-halusinasi itu sirna tanpa sepatah janji. Dan dengan sendirinya aku menyadari, detik tak akan mungkin berdetak ke kiri, denyut nadi kehidupan pada akhirnya akan berhenti.

Cinta adalah sebuah pilihan. Cinta tak hanya membutuhkan perjuangan, tetapi juga keihlasan berkorban.