A Tasteless Breakfast

There will be time where we stumble
And fall, then another stumble.
Yet you might still have another fall and stumble
Until the very end of breaths.

There will be time where we ask for hands
Who help us stand up and give hugs.
But then we got nothing but embrace from cold air
Or a wrap of white fabric, then sealed inside a digged dirt.

But there is more than it looks,

There will be time where we laugh
So loud it is, way much louder than town traffics
And you (un)awarely wish the time stood still.
You even will tell your memory to live there.

There will be time where we accept what we get instead of what we want
After a season or more of wait, after a phase inside a life cycle
There you realize what is called the beauty of patience.

But we can't keep time for ourself
We can't stop time.
Like life itself, it's God's right and we absolutely cannot lay our hands on it.
But God gaves us mind to remind ourself the sweet of sweat that came out from patiences.

When you get hurts, world won't stop to fix your wound.
But believe this,
Hurts is what make us reach the essence of happiness.

Don't waste your time to reveal the meaning of life
'Cause life is nothing but a bowl, and how we live is how we would fill it.
And a bowl full of elegy is the most cruel meal for breakfast.

-Yogyakarta, Mei 2013.

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