“Development is the strategy of evasion. When you can’t give people land reform, give them hybrid cows. When you can’t send children to school, try non-formal education. When you can’t provide basic health to people, talk of health insurance. Can’t give them jobs? Not to worry, just redefine the words “employment opportunities”. Don’t want to do away with using children as a form of slave labor? Never mind. Talk of “improving the conditions of child labor!” It sounds good. You can even make money out of it.”—Palagunmi Sainath, Everybody Loves a Good Drought; Stories from India’s Poorest Districts, (Penguin Books, 1996), p.421
“We lie together. Smiling and holding on to each other and the night and the moment. We stare into each other’s eyes and softly kiss, speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers, more than words will allow us to say. Words can’t say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn’t communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.”—A Million Little Pieces, James Frey (via fuckyeahhappy)
“Confucius”—Lord Meng Yi asked about filial piety. The Master said: “Never disobey.” As Fan Chi was driving him in his chariot, the Master told him: “Meng Yi asked about filial piety and I replied: ‘Never disobey.’ ” Fan Chi said: “What does that mean?” The Master said: “When your parents are alive, serve them according to ritual. When they die, bury them according to ritual, make sacrifices to them according to the ritual.” (2.5; see also 1.2, 2.6, 2.8, 4.19, 19.17)
Menerobos Jakarta menjelang malam. Berjalan mengitari angin senja, berhiaskan lampu-lampu gedung pencakar langit. Hiruk pikuk mengisyaratkan ramainya jalanan. Saling mengklakson, sumpah serapah, menjejalkan diri di lautan mobil mewah. Inikah Jakarta yang ku kenal dulu? Jakarta, aku kembali..
Catatan kaki kecil, ku tangkap dari sekelebat keramaian senja di gatot subroto, di atas jembatan penyebrangan.
Learn to Fly. Travel Europe with my soulmate. Sleep on top of the Eiffel Tower. Wake up naked in a Greek truckstop. Tell a gondolier my life story in Venice. Ask his. Swing dance on the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Tell Moscow “good morning”. Smile.
Learn the waltz. Perform a valse in the Himalayas. The Swiss Alps. Nepal. Pretend the sky has a second job as a ballroom. Befriend a star. Climb Mt Everest. Jump off. Survive. Throw a snowball at my past regrets. Laugh.
Learn German. Learn Dutch. Learn every language in the book. Become a translator. Quit. Become the world’s best lover. Quit. Become a God. Get fired. Look up apotheosis in dictionaries labelled Keep Out. Shake hands with Zeus. Discuss religion, drink wine, throw a party in Olympus. Invite the universe. Assassinate Hades. Declare myself the Emperor of Clichés. Learn to swim. Skinny dip in the River Styx. Dive headfirst.
Learn the saxophone. Learn the tuba. Learn the trumpet. Raise Cab Calloway from the grave and start a jazz band. Wear pinstripes. Look good. Remember this isn’t the 50’s. White-out my calendar. Tell everyone the year is 1952.
Learn how to read music. Learn how to read body language. Learn how to read facial expressions. Read a botany textbook. Study biology and like it. Give Nature a hug. Plant a tree. Redefine Beauty.
Write poetry that doesn’t suck. Call you a liar. Not cry. Tell you I miss you. Mean it. Tell you my birthday, my goals in life, my favourite food, my middle name, my phone number and address. Get yours in return. Go to sleep. Dream I’m conquering mermaids on Atlantis. Wake up. Realise I was imagining things. Not care. Change the world for the better. Smile. Laugh. Love. Live.
Man cannot survive as anything but man. He can abandon his means of survival, his mind, he can turn himself into a subhuman creature and he can turn his life into a brief span of agony—just as his body can exist for a while in the process of disintegration by disease. But he cannot succeed, as a subhuman, in achieving anything but the subhuman—as the ugly horror of the antirational periods of mankind’s history can demonstrate. Man has to be man by choice—and it is the task of ethics to teach him how to live like man.
Ayn Rand in The Virtue of Selfishness: A New Concept of Egoism