by Ario PB Rahman
Every now and then we always busy with things that is not really important to our life. Other people’s business, other people’s wealth, other people’s misery without doing anything about it, and other people’s appearance and the list will go on for half a page or more if I keep mumbling about those things. Problems in our terms are also exaggerated into something that you can’t sleep through the night with. Why? because we love them. That’s the only reason that makes sense.
Problems are here to be solved, not to be lived with. It won’t go away, no matter how far you are running from it. Only when you have the guts to stop running and turn back and face it, you solved it, no matter what the outcome is. But its solved. We should know better that not everything will go our way, but what counts if what do we do if things doesn’t go your way? break down and cry? or just move on like every body else?
If you guys asking me, I prefer the middle part. Mourn about it, then move on. At least I give the problems or anything that happened in my life, a moment of silence to let it go in peace. A friend of mine used to say”Everything fits, or we make them fits.” means you have to adjust to the new situation that you are now, to become a better person.
Some of the guys I met, surprisingly have a large amount of fear of something that they really should be worry about. What if the market fall? what if my family don’t have enough to eat? and so many what if. Fear is natural. In fact, you should have fear otherwise you are not human beings. But you have to keep them managed, as your last warning for doing something that against the public order or God’s law. Because my friends, there is only a thin red line that differs the brave and the fool.
Die. This is what people usually feared so much. Why? You’ll die…eventually. It’s the only certain thing in this life. What you should be worry is what do you say to your Creator when you met Him, and He ask what kind a life that you lead, what kind of decision that you have made, and what kind of a man are you, and what have you done for your brothers and sisters in faith. Like you, I am too will not be able to answer that kind of questions in details. What I know that I live my life to the fullest, though several times I stumble on my feet, I always get back up, no matter how many times people bring me down, I will always try to get back up, and live my life according to Your rules, the best I can. The only thing that I can say about die is :
“Ready to die… just make it counts.”
Despair (desperados). Can’t say much about that. All I can say is treat it as a company, not as enemy. I have some in my life, and I ain’t regret a single thing about being desperate. Because it is natural. What you should worry about is can you move on? because some people stuck in there for months, even years. I overheard about this line in the movie, and I think it’s the best potion for me in time of desperate. It says :
“This too…will pass.”
I don’t think there is a better cure than TIME for it. When it passed on, you should spark those spirit in your heart. My Professor at the university and also advising council in my University outdoor club used to say to the new recruits of our outdoor club:
“Keep your spirit high when marching to your objective. If you’re not able to run then walk, if you can’t walk no more then crawl, if you can’t crawl then you should creep forward. If you can’t creep no more and if you should fall to the ground, then fall..but your spirit should stood high..”
That’s what keeps me going in this life. Me, I didn’t really care much about what people talk about me, about my attire, my personality, wealth and such. I am what I am. If I am being criticized about attitude, I will listen and adjust, but the rest… I do what I can, in a way that didn’t change me to a different person. Remember people, You are unique, no one else look like you talk like you and dressed like you. You should do what other people do in this life, no matter who you are. You should WALKING TALL. And tell those people that told you otherwise to go to hell…
For closing of this nonsense, I want to quote a song, of which that you’ll know that death, is looking upon us all the time. So live your life to the fullest.
Blood on the Risers
(Paratroopers’ Song)
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
“You ain’t gonna jump no more!”
(CHORUS)
Gory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain’t gonna jump no more!
“Is everybody happy?” cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our Hero feebly answered “Yes,” and then they stood him up;
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind;
He thought about the medic corps and wondered what they’d find,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last a ‘chute had failed,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He hit the ground, the sound was “Splat,” his blood went spurting high,
His comrades they were heard to say: “A hell of a way to die!”
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
(slowly, solemnly)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
Intestines were a’dangling from his Paratrooper suit,
He was a mess; they picked him up, and poured him from his boots,
And he ain’t gonna jump no more
Gory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, glory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain’t gonna jump no more!