“If I die, I choose to die by way of love”, said a friend in a moment. How romantic he is. He wants to die by a way namely love. Whereas, love never dies. Love is not death. And love will never understand about death.
Love never dies. Although it is tortured or hurt. Many people had tried and attempted to kill love. There was by betraying, there was by insulting, there was by slandering, there was by lying, there was even by a sword. But, there it is, love apparently never dies.
Many people attempted to kill love. There was parent who tried to kill his son’s love to his lover because of caste, position, rank, wealth, honor, prestige, etc. There was a brother who killed his younger sister’s love because of certain reason. There was someone who killed one’s love just because he wanted to grasp the love itself. There was someone who killed love because of love itself. In fact, love can’t die. Love never dies!
Love is the source of life. Love is inspiration. Love is a feeling that cannot be interpreted by words. Love is something that cannot be explained by formula, theory, logical, common sense, philosophy, constitutions, government regulations, awig-awig, tradition, culture, law, poem, song, and so on. Love is nature language. Love is mad, but not madness.
Love can only be expressed without being able to be translated. Love can be expressed by flower, but flower is not the translation of love. Love can be expressed by poem, but poem is not the translation of love either. Love can be expressed by song, by letter, by common words, by diamond ring, by money, by a palace, by car, by position, by expensive gifts, by ……, love can be expressed only by a glance or even by a flash smile.
However, love can kill. That’s love which killed a boy by a plastic rope in his neck one day. That’s love which killed a girl in a night by a bottle of insecticide. That’s love which killed a soldier in a territory limits by a gun because he couldn’t strong enough to restrain his longing to his lover. That’s love which killed the colonizers. That’s love which killed the oppressors. That’s love which killed the terrorists. That’s love which killed hatred. That’s love which killed expectation. That’s love which killed normal thinking. Love also killed madness.
So, when love killed Juliet, love also killed Romeo. When love killed Sam Pek, love also killed Ing Tay. When love killed Jayaprana, love also killed Layonsari. When love killed my lover’s feeling, love also killed me from this normal life.
Love never dies. Although it is tortured or hurt. Many people had tried and attempted to kill love. There was by betraying, there was by insulting, there was by slandering, there was by lying, there was even by a sword. But, there it is, love apparently never dies.
Many people attempted to kill love. There was parent who tried to kill his son’s love to his lover because of caste, position, rank, wealth, honor, prestige, etc. There was a brother who killed his younger sister’s love because of certain reason. There was someone who killed one’s love just because he wanted to grasp the love itself. There was someone who killed love because of love itself. In fact, love can’t die. Love never dies!
Love is the source of life. Love is inspiration. Love is a feeling that cannot be interpreted by words. Love is something that cannot be explained by formula, theory, logical, common sense, philosophy, constitutions, government regulations, awig-awig, tradition, culture, law, poem, song, and so on. Love is nature language. Love is mad, but not madness.
Love can only be expressed without being able to be translated. Love can be expressed by flower, but flower is not the translation of love. Love can be expressed by poem, but poem is not the translation of love either. Love can be expressed by song, by letter, by common words, by diamond ring, by money, by a palace, by car, by position, by expensive gifts, by ……, love can be expressed only by a glance or even by a flash smile.
However, love can kill. That’s love which killed a boy by a plastic rope in his neck one day. That’s love which killed a girl in a night by a bottle of insecticide. That’s love which killed a soldier in a territory limits by a gun because he couldn’t strong enough to restrain his longing to his lover. That’s love which killed the colonizers. That’s love which killed the oppressors. That’s love which killed the terrorists. That’s love which killed hatred. That’s love which killed expectation. That’s love which killed normal thinking. Love also killed madness.
So, when love killed Juliet, love also killed Romeo. When love killed Sam Pek, love also killed Ing Tay. When love killed Jayaprana, love also killed Layonsari. When love killed my lover’s feeling, love also killed me from this normal life.
That’s way, many people said that love is a blessing and a curse! If I was given a chance to have a love, I would never afraid to endure the curse. It is because I believe, God who becomes the source of all love, will smile happily to see my love and someone who I love. Finally, what is better than walking on this love, to make the God be happy?
nanoq da kansas
translated by yudi ariani
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