Dimana Tuhan ?!


“DIMANAKAH ALLAH SWT ITU BERADA..??”

Alkisah suatu saat Seorang Kakek yang hadir dalam sebuah pengajian yang dipimpin oleh seorang Ustad muda, bertanya: “Anakku, Tadi Anakku menyampaikan ceramah tentang Aqidah, tentang Allah, boleh kakek bertanya? Dimanakah Allah itu?”. Sebuah pertanyaan yang membuat sang Ustad muda bingung.., sangat dalam sekali.

Saat itu pula ia teringat pesan Guru-nya, jika ada yang bertanya dimana pertanyaan itu bukan sifatnya ingin tahu atau ingin sekedar menguji dan kita tidak tahu jawabannya maka berikanlah jawaban seperti ini “Sesungguhnya orang yang ditanya tidak lebih tahu dari yang bertanya”.

Kakek itupun manggut-manggut, sambil tertunduk beliau bertanya lagi.

“Anakku, Coba Ambilkan Pelita itu (sebuah kaleng cat minyak yang berisi minyak tanah dan diberi api disumbunya), boleh kakek bertanya? Kapan Pelita ini disebut Pelita? “.

Kembali sang Ustad memberikan jawaban “Kakek, Saya tidak bisa menjawabnya, Terangkanlah pada Saya”.

Sang Kakek bukan malah menjawabnya tetapi memberikan pertanyaan baru lagi “Jika Kakek Tiup Api diatas Pelita ini, Kakek bertanya, Tahukan Engkau Anakku, Kemana Perginya Api Itu?”.

Allahu Akbar! Teriak bathin sang Ustad, selama ini ia tidak pernah berfikir tentang kemana perginya api ketika ditiup dari pelita yang hidup, oh iya ya, kemana perginya api itu, bahkan tidak berbekas sama sekali.

Kembali ia menjawab “Saya Tidak Tahu Kek, Berikan ilmu Pada Saya”.

Kembali Kakek itu tidak menjawab, Beliau justru menanyakan nama si Ustad “Nak, Namamu siapa?”, ia jawab “Abdullah…”, beliau manggut-manggut lagi , ia bertambah heran saja dengan kakek ini yang entah dari mana datangnya. “Boleh Kakek bertanya lagi, Dimana Abdullah Itu?”

Wah pertanyaan apa lagi ini pikirnya, untuk yang satu ini ia menjawab “Di Depan Kakek , Inilah Abdullah… ”.

Si Kakek Tua hanya geleng-geleng kepala dan merenung sejenak, si Ustad terbawa suasana merenung seperti kakek ini dan tiba-tiba beliau menepuk bahu sang Ustad dan memanggil nama nya “Abdullah…….!”.

Ia jawab dengan Spontan “Ya Kek!”.

Kakek itu tersenyum lebar dan kemudian mengatakan :

“Anakku, Barusan kakek merasakan adanya Abdullah, karena bagimu Abdullah itu tidak ada, jika Kau pegang tanganmu, itu Tangan Abdullah..!, jika kau pegang Keningmu, Itu Kening Andullah..!, jika kau pegang kepalamu, itu Kepala Abdullah..!, Jika kau pegang tangan dan kakimu, itu adalah tangan dan kaki Abdullah.!, lalu…..DIMANAKAH ABDULLAH ITU?! Abdullah Itu ada saat begitu banyak orang merasakan banyaknya manfaat kehadiran dirimu, sehingga banyak orang menyebut namamu Anakku…”.

“Demikianlah perumpamaan Allah Swt, Sesungguhnya Allah itu sudah Ada sebelum apapun ada dimuka bumi ini, Allah itu sudah ada bahkan jikapun Bumi tidak diciptakan olehnya, Tapi Allah itu Tidak Ada Bagimu, Jika kamu tidak pernah mengerti tentang-NYA, Kau sebut langit itu adalah langit ciptaan Allah, kau sebut Api itu Api ciptaan Allah, Kau Sebut Air, itu adalah Air Ciptaan ALLAH, lalu dimanakah Allah?

Dimanakah Allah? Allah itu ada bagimu, Bila kau selalu menyebut nama-NYA, kau zikirkan setiap hembusan nafasmu, Maka Dia slallu ada bersamamu, Maka Allah itu Ada Bagimu, karena ada dan tidak adanya dirimu, Allah Itu Tetap Ada..!!”, demikian si Kakek menjawab panjang.

Subhanallah, pagi Ramadhan yang indah bagi si Ustad muda, sebuah ilmu yang tidak mungkin ia dapatkan di bangku kuliah…

Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Walillahilhhamd

Sebelum perpisahan dengan kakek itu , ia masih penasaran dengan Perumpamaan Pelita yang ditanyakan tadi, sang Kakek lanjut menjelaskan “Pelita itu tidak bisa kamu sebut Pelita tanpa ada Apinya… ketika Pelita itu tidak Apinya dia hanya bisa disebut Kaleng Cat Minyak yang berisi minyak tanah dan bersumbu, itu saja…..

Baru Bisa Kau sebut Pelita apabila kau berikan Api disumbunya….,

ini bermakna demikianlah manusia, ketika ruhnya tidak ada, itu hanya bangkai yang berjalan, yang perlu kau hidupkan setiap hari adalah ruhnya, sehingga dia bisa menerangi dan memberikan manfaat bagi sekitarnya…”.

Allahu Akbar! Teriak bathin si Ustad muda.

Kembali sebuah nasehat yang luar biasa di Ramadhan ini bagi nya, dan ketika sebelum ia cium tangannya, Sang Kakek ini membisikan ke telinga “Anakku, Ingat saat Api diatas pelita itu ditiup, Api menghilang, tak berbekas dan kau tidak bisa melihatnya lagi, bahkan bentuk , rasa sudah tidak bisa kau lihat, bahkan kau tanyakan seribu kali kemana perginya Api kau tidak akan bisa menjawabnya…,

Demikianlah dengan RUH anakku, saat dia pergi dari jasadmu dia tidak akan membentuk apapun , dia raib sebagaimana Zat yang menciptakannya, DIA-lah ALLAH Swt….
Maka rawat dengan benar ruh yang ada dalam jasadmu….. Assalamualaikum”.

“Wa’alaikumsalam” jawab si Ustad sembari menitikaan Air Mata, “Ya Allah, Ramadhan kali ini terasa indah bagiku, Aku ingin bertemu lagi dengan Ramadhan tahun depan Ya ALLAH” ia berdoa dalam hati..

Hingga hari ini, ia tidak menemukan bahkan tidak pernah mengenal nama kakek itu & tidak pernah ia lihat lagi seumur hidupnya…

 

Memberi Arti Hidup


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Menjelang suatu hari raya, seorang ayah membeli bbrp gulung kertas kado. Putrinya yg masih kecil meminta 1 gulung. “Utk apa?” tanya sang ayah. “Utk kado, mau kasih hadiah.” jwb si kecil. “Jangan di-buang2 ya.” pesan si ayah sambil memberikan 1 gulungan.

Persis pd hari itu, pagi2 si cilik sudah bangun & membangunkan ayahnya, “Pa,… ada hadiah utk papa.”

Sang ayah yg masih malas2an, matanya pun belum melek, menjawab, “Sudahlah nanti saja.” Tetapi si kecil pantang menyerah, “Pa, Pa, bangun pa.. sudah siang.” “Ah, kamu gimana sih, pagi-pagi sudah bangunin Papa.”

Ia mengenali kertas kado yg pernah ia berikan kepada anaknya. “Hadiah apa nih?” “Hadiah hari raya utk Papa. Buka dong Pa, buka sekarang.”

Dan sang ayahpun membuka bingkisan itu. Ternyata di dlmnya hanya sebuah kotak kosong. Tidak berisi apapun juga. “Ah, kamu bisa saja. Bingkisannya koq kosong?

Buang2 kertas kado, Kan mahal?” Si kecil menjwb, “Nggak Pa, nggak kosong. Tadi, Putri masukin begitu buuuanyaaaak ciuman utk Papa.”

Sang ayah terharu, ia mengangkat anaknya. Dipeluknya, diciumnya. “Putri, Papa belum pernah menerima hadiah seindah ini. Papa akan selalu menyimpan box ini. Papa akan bawa ke kantor dan sekali2 kalau perlu ciuman Putri akan Papa akan ambil satu.

Nanti kalau kosong, diisi lagi ya!” Box kosong yg sesaat sebelumnya dianggap tidak berisi, tidak memiliki nilai apapun, tiba2 terisi dan memiliki nilai yg sangat tinggi di mata sang ayah, dimata orang lain tetap juga tidak memiliki nilai apa pun.

Orang lain akan tetap menganggapnya kosong. Kosong bagi seseorg bisa dianggap penuh oleh orang lain. Sebaliknya, penuh bagi seseorg bisa dianggap kosong oleh orang lain.

Kosong dan penuh, dua2nya merupakan produk dari “pikiran” anda sendiri. Sebagaimana anda memandangi hidup, demikianlah kehidupan anda. Hidup menjadi berarti, bermakna, karena anda memberikan arti / makna kepadanya.

Bagi mereka yg tdk memberikan makna, tdk membrikan arti,hidup ini ibarat lembaran kertas yg kosong.

 

Filsafat HoNoCoRoKo


1175708_572789909448682_1768069324_nHA = Hana hurip wening suci (Adanya hidup adalah kehendak yang Maha Suci)
NA = Nur candra,gaib candra,warsitaning candara (harapan manusia hanya selalu ke sinar
Ilahi)
CA = Cipta wening, cipta mandulu, cipta dadi (satu arah dan tujuan pada Yang Maha Tunggal)
RA = Rasaingsun handulusih (rasa cinta sejati muncul dari cinta kasih nurani)
KA = Karsaningsun memayuhayuning bawana (hasrat diarahkan untuk kesejahteraan alam)
DA = Dumadining dzat kang tanpa winangenan (menerima hidup apa adanya)
TA = Tatas, tutus, titis, titi lan wibawa (mendasar ,totalitas, satu visi, ketelitian dalam
memandang hidup)
SA = Sifat ingsun handulu sifatullah (membentuk kasih sayang antar sesama, Hablum Minallah dan Hablum Minannas)
WA = Wujud hana tan kena kinira (ilmu manusia hanya terbatas namun bisa juga tanpa
batas ,atas IJIN ALLAH)
LA = Lir handaya paseban jati (mengalirkan hidup semata pada tuntunan Ilahi)
PA = Papan kang tanpa kiblat (Hakekat Allah yang ada di segala arah)
DhA = Dhuwur wekasane endek wiwitane (Untuk bisa di atas tentu dimulai dari dasar)
JA = Jumbuhing kawula lan Gusti (selalu berusaha menyatu -memahami kehendakNya)
YA = Yakin marang samubarang tumindak kang dumadi (yakin atas titah /kodrat Ilahi)
NYA = Nyata tanpa mata, ngerti tanpa diuruki (memahami kodrat kehidupan)
MA = Madep mantep manembah mring Ilahi (yakin – mantap dalam menyembah Ilahi)
GA = Guru sejati sing muruki (belajar pada guru sejati)
BA = Bayu sejati kang andalani (menyelaraskan diri pada gerak alam)
THA = Tukul saka niat (sesuatu harus tumbuh dari niat)
NGA = Ngracut busananing manungso (melepaskan egoisme pribadi-manusia)

 

HaNaCaRaKa…….ana utusan arupo lanang lan wadon

DaTaSaWaLa…….pada suwala,padu,gelut ginelut rinebut ‘rasa’

PaDhaJaYaNya…..sami digdaya,tan purun uwal/pisah sadurunge rasa sakloron durung ‘mijil’

MaGaBaThaNga…sami sampyuh/ tentrem sakwuse rasa sakloron wus manunggal

In Honor And Respect of All Mother’s… Happy Mother’s Day


Mothering as a Spiritual Path

So you’re sitting in your living room on Saturday morning, drinking your first cup of coffee, trying to get your eyes open. What a night! Pick one: your baby was up for six feedings; your toddler cried all night with his zillionth earache of the season; your house looks like ground zero from your kids going nuts last night with their friends; your teenager finally came home three long hours after her curfew.

Through the fog inside your head, you wonder why you’re a mother. You dream about being with a gorgeous lover, childless, on a warm and sunny beach in Tahiti….

A knock on the front door jerks your out of your reverie. You pull your frayed bathrobe shut and cautiously get up and open the front door. The woman at the door steps into your house and offers you a once-in-a- lifetime deal, a spiritual path unconditionally guaranteed to deepen your spirituality in ways you’ve always dreamed of.

It’s yours, she says, if only you agree to a few conditions: *No time off: you’ll wake up to this path, go to sleep with it, even spend entire nights practicing it; *There will be little external confirmation or praise, no one to pat your back and tell you how well you’re doing; *You will have higher highs on this path, but you will also have lower lows than you’ve probably ever experienced before; *You will HAVE to put your spiritual principles to work on a daily basis in order to survive the rigors of this path. Would you take it? Would you sign on the dotted line? If you’re a mother, you’ve probably guessed that you’ve already said “yes.”

This path is that of the mother: mothering as a spiritual path. A chasm yawns in our culture between “spirituality” in all of its forms, and “mothering,” that daily round of diapering, carpooling, homeworking, playing. Polly Berends, an author who writes extensively on parenting and spirituality, dreamt once that she and a man were waiting to be officially recognized as “spiritual beings.”

The man wore beautiful “spiritual” robes, was named Guruswamiananda Something-or-other, and carried an armload of degrees certifying his spirituality. All he had to do was to step forward and be recognized.

When it was Berends’ turn, however, she saw with dismay that in order for her to step forward to be recognized as a “spiritual being,” she had to climb over an enormous mountain of kid’s laundry. I remember when I suspected I was pregnant for the first time.

I was on a three-day silent retreat. My body felt swollen, my head stuffed with cotton wool. I couldn’t concentrate enough to meditate. Oh no, I thought, is THIS what it means to be a mother? Do I have to give up my spiritual life for the next twenty years? I found out through talking with many mothers, reading, and allowing myself to sink deeply into these questions, the answer is “no.”

Contrary to what our culture and our religions tell us, mothering and spirituality are meant to dance with each other. In fact, mothering, like the offer above, can become one of the most rewarding of all spiritual paths, if we only learn how to let this happen.

Reflect for a moment on what the word “spiritual” means to you in your life. Ask yourself, “What difference would it make for me to integrate my mothering with my spirituality?

How would a typical day with my children, with all its joys and frustrations, look and feel different if the two were integrated?” I define spirituality in two ways: first, keeping one’s heart open to oneself and whatever life brings; and second, staying rooted in the ground of one’s being, the sacredness of life, while going about one’s daily routine.

Such simple things, really, but such a challenge to work with amid the daily repetitive tasks of feeding, bathing, wiping runny noses, and all the other punctuations of a mother’s life. There are four important components to mothering as a spiritual path: keeping one’s heart open; slowing down and opening to Now; letting go; and saying “Yes.” *Opening the Heart*

This is the primary practice of mothering as a spiritual path, and the most challenging. It’s difficult, to say the least, to be an openhearted mother in this culture. Mothers are assaulted with injunctions to be a “perfect mother” through the media, families, churches, and parenting books; they are reminded that any mistakes they make will be told to a therapist twenty years hence. What a challenge it is to open one’s heart, especially to oneself, under these circumstances, and yet how necessary.

When we as mother listen to these messages, we often feel anxious, afraid, and woefully inadequate. We then contract, both emotionally and physically, and lose a heart-full connection both with ourselves and our children. We can let ourselves off the critical hook, open and soften our hearts to ourselves.

We can learn to cradle our own self-judgment and discomfort on bad days with our kids as we would a sick or grieving child. We can let go of pursuing perfection as mothers and instead open to aliveness. When we let ourselves into our own hearts, there will automatically be plenty of room for our children as well.

Openheartedness does not mean “idiot compassion,” to use Chogyan Trungpa’s phrase. We as mothers can be openhearted while we say “no” to our children, set limits, and discipline. Openheartedness is something we may practice at any time.

All it takes is to stop, breathe gently and deeply, and let our hearts soften and open. When we stop, breathe, and soften our hearts, we open ourselves tothe ordinary grace of this world, grace and energy and aliveness available simply for the asking.

As someone once said, the winds of grace are always blowing: all we need to do is raise our sails. We don’t have to mother alone. This support, this energy, this greater love in which we live is always there for us. When we open our hearts, this grace can move through us and out into the world of our children, blessing us greatly on its way.

I remember one of those afternoons-without-end with my daughter when the house was a disaster and both of us were tired and cranky, one of those afternoons where I wasn’t sure we’d both survive until dinnertime. By late afternoon, after I shouted at her for knocking the cat food dish over, I remembered: I stopped, sat down, and breathed. I remembered that I was not alone.

The image came of letting myself be a hollow tube, allowing that larger grace and love to flow through me and touch myself and my daughter. I relaxed. I can’t say that the afternoon was transformed into The Perfect Day With My Daughter, but we were both able to laugh and be with each other in a new way.

I raised my sails, and grace blew in. *Slowing Down* Eknath Easwaren considers slowing down to be one of the cornerstones of a spiritual life. Why? A clue lies in the Chinese ideograph for “busy,” combined from two other ideographs: “heart” and “killing.” When we become too busy, we lose touch with our hearts, with our bodies, with the present moment. Life lived in fast forward means no time for either ourselves or our children in any meaningful way.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face. ~ George Eliot

There may not be much we can do as mothers to slow down our outer lives, but we do have choices to make about our own inner busyness. Imagine driving in heavy traffic, taking your child to soccer practice. You hunker down over the steering wheel, frown, mutter imprecations about the jerk who cut in front of you, hold your breath. Your heart and your stomach are tight and hard. You can’t hear what your child is saying to you (“Mommy…Mommy….MOMMY!”) over the din of your own thoughts. Stop.

Change channels. Gently remind yourself to slow down and breathe from your belly, let your heart soften, loosen your grip on the steering wheel. You now notice the blue-gray of the winter clouds above the freeway, the sounds and smells and sights around you. You listen to what your child is saying, or sit with them gently in silence as you drive. By slowing down internally, you allow heartfulness, “grace-space,” to fill your body, your car, and your relationship with your child.

The ancient Greeks had two words for time, “chronos” and “kairos.” Chronos is clock time, linear time. Kairos is sacred time, spirit blazing within matter, the “eternal present” of saints, animals, children. We are trained to believe that only certain times are sacred, but any time may be kairos.

As I ask in my book, “If Only I Were A Better Mother,” “What if all moments are sacred moments? What if we are all priestesses of the present? What if all ground is holy? What if ALL bushes are burning, as well as trees, stones, creatures, our children, ourselves, and all the spaces between?” Kairos is always there within and around us, no matter what we may be doing with our children.

All it takes is an inner slowing down. I have found two simple ways to cultivate inner slowness, “grace- space,” throughout the day. The first way is to get up a half hour earlier, giving yourself some quiet time before the day with your children begins. Do whatever centers you: watch the sky change colors with the sunrise, meditate, drink your first cup of coffee in peace and quiet.

The effects will stay with you throughout the day. Second, practice taking two minute “quiet breaks.” Go into the bathroom, if that is the only refuge you can find. Give yourself permission to slow down, breathe quietly, come back to your body and your heart. Slow down and gently touch the Ground of your being. Both you and your kids will enjoy the benefits. A. H.

Almaas considers the single most important spiritual question to be: “Are you here?” When we slow down, open our senses and our hearts to the richness of the present moment, to the sacred Now, to ourselves and our children, we may answer, “Yes.” *Letting Go* A client who was a mother and practicing Buddhist said to me once: “Teachers have always told me the importance of letting go, of opening to the impermanence of everything around me, but I never really got it until I had children.” So true.

In many ways, the primary task of mothering is learning to let go. We start learning to let go of our children at their birth, their first leavetaking of us, and the learning never stops. Contracting around the endless repetition of daily tasks is so easy to do as a mother. We become myopic, diminished.

When we open up our vision just a little, we can see how quickly this daily round of mothering passes, and how precious this time is with our children, all of it. Opening to the fleetingness of each moment allows us to see the grace, the sweetness, the fragility of everything we do with our kids, from cleaning their rooms with them to listening to the same knock-knock joke for the fourteenth time.

I sat on a back porch with my mother and daughter in Montgomery, Alabama, one humid southern evening last summer and realized that just one breath, one heartbeat ago, I was in my young daughter’s place, sitting with my own mother and grandmother in the damp and fragrant heat.

In yet just another breath, another heartbeat, I realized as well, I would be in my mother’s place, rocking with my own daughter and granddaughter. How quickly time passes; how quickly the chance to practice openhearted mothering slips through our hands. How precious this brief time we are given with our children truly is.

Ask yourself: “If I were to go through one typical day with my children with this tender, bittersweet awareness of the fleetness and fragility of time in my heart, how would it change my life as a mother?” Try it. *Saying Yes* I remember so many times when I have said “No” to my daughter, not out loud, but an inner No. “No, I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night anymore.” “No, I don’t want to grit my teeth through another long temper tantrum.” “No, I simply can’t be a mom anymore.”

For All Those Stand -up SINGLE fATHERS … May You ALSO Be Blessed on This Mother’s Day … Respect to You

I struggle against the rigors of this path, the frustrations, the challenges. So much changes when I can stop, take a deep breath, and find that final, heart-full “Yes” which lies beneath what seemed to be a final “No.” When I reach deep and find an unconditional “Yes” to mothering, when I quit resisting what life brings my way in the form of my small child, my mother-life opens up. The present moment with my child becomes more spacious and sacred, no matter what is happening between us. I have learned that I can set limits with my child, say “no” to her around specific issues, and at the same time stay open, non-contracted, and soft, breathing “Yes” to the larger space that cradles us both.

Someone, I have forgotten who, said that when we find this initial Yes, “We realize that ‘Yes’ is the answer to every ‘why?’ and suddenly everything makes sense. In saying this ‘Yes’ we become what we are. Our true self is ‘Yes.’ ” Such a gift, both to ourselves and our children, to practice Yes. This Yes is the password that opens the sacred door, reconnects us with our own hearts, our own children, and reweaves us once more into the great and sacred Web of Life.

Some final, practical tips for integrating these suggestions into your life. First and foremost, breathe. Practice soft-bellied breathing, when you’re waiting at a stoplight, when you’re playing with your children or putting them in time out.

The more you practice breathing at non-stressful moments, the more you will be able instinctively to breathe deeply, instead of contracting, when a difficult moment happens with your children. Next, practice softening. Soften your belly. Soften your eyes and your visual focus. Soften your heart. When you’re holding your baby, when your child is sitting on your lap, or when you give your teenager a hug, soften into them.

See what a difference it makes. Again, the more you practice softening in easy times, the easier it will be to soften when the going gets rough. Post reminders to yourself in your house and car to practice the aforementioned.

Tell yourself that whenever you see the stove, or the window above the sofa, or any object in your environment, you’ll remember to breathe and soften. Finally, see your time with your children as a precious opportunity to practice mothering as a spiritual path. It is a once-in-a-lifetime chance that passes very quickly. Open to the wonders and gifts that this path brings your way, and breathe Spirit into your daily life with your children.

Mothers are the beginning of all things.
It is they who first understand Life’s meaning,
And none ever so well as they.
Mothers are the rightful heirs of Love,
For it is they who give of themselves,
That new souls might have a path to walk….
The joys, courage, peace and pain that is hers,
Is the legacy of the Great Mother Goddess,
For whom all Her daughters are most sacred,
And forever blessed with this secret wisdom:
The wonder and magick of Life.

The magick of your motherhood
is deeply honored, loved and celebrated.

Blessed Mother’s Day to all the mothers, surrogates, fosters, fathers who must be both parents to their children, every nurturing, loving soul who has made it their life’s work to care for others as if they were their own. The Goddess lives in you!

Meaning of life [about piece of life]


This article is about the philosophical concept. For other uses, see Meaning of life (disambiguation).

Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?

The meaning of life is a philosophical question concerning the significance of life or existence in general. It can also be expressed in different forms, such as “Why are we here?“, “What is life all about?”, and “What is the purpose of existence?” It has been the subject of much philosophical, scientific, and theologicalspeculation throughout history. There have been a large number of proposed answers to these questions from many different cultural and ideological backgrounds.

The meaning of life is in the philosophical and religious conceptions of existencesocial tiesconsciousness, and happiness, and borders on many other issues, such as symbolic meaningontologyvalue, purpose,ethicsgood and evilfree will, the existence of a or multiple Godsconceptions of God, the soul, and theafterlife. Scientific contributions focus primarily on describing related empirical facts about the universe, exploring the context and parameters concerning the ‘how’ of life. Science also studies and can provide recommendations for the pursuit of well-being and a related conception of morality. An alternative, humanisticapproach poses the question “What is the meaning of my life?” The value of the question pertaining to the purpose of life may coincide with the achievement of ultimate reality, or a feeling of oneness, or even a feeling of sacredness.

Perhaps you think I’ve set myself an impossible challenge here?

Not so. The meaning of life is pretty straightforward to state. Your life has whatever meaning you give to it. So the question becomes: what do people say gives their lives meaning? That’s easy enough to measure and psychologists have done exactly that.

Baumeister and Vohs (2002) have synthesised four factors. When people are asked, the more they report each of these four factors being fulfilled, the more meaningful their lives feel:

  1. Purpose – this could be living happily ever after, going to heaven or even (whisper it) found at work. Whatever it is, meaning in life comes from reaching goals and feeling fulfilled. Even though fulfilment is hard to achieve because the state fades, people need purpose.
  2. Values – people need a moral structure to work out what is right and what is wrong. There are plenty to choose from: some come from religion, others from philosophy and still others from your friends and family.
  3. Efficacy – people want to make a difference and have some control over their environment. Without that, the meaning of life is reduced.
  4. Self-worth – we all want to feel we’re good and worthwhile people. We can do this individually or by hitching ourselves to a worthy cause. Either way we need to be able to view ourselves in a positive light.

So, there you have it: the meaning of life in under 300 words.

Two words of warning. Firstly, it can be difficult to get all these things in the same place, although not impossible. We use family, work, hobbies and other things to fulfil our need for meaning. Secondly, a meaningful life is probably necessary to be happy, but it isn’t sufficient.

What meaning do you give to your life?

 

Jogja, 19th 2012

No past..no future..no problem..just; this present

 

notes; 

kadang, kita ditinggalkan karena menjadi diri sendiri…
karena kita bukan zombie yang harus mengikuti cara orang lain, yang terbaik adalah diri sendiri.
tapi jika ada orang-orang yang pergi karena menginginkan kita menjadi sama dengan kebanyakan orang, maka lihatlah yang tertinggal. itulah yang disebut teman, bukan mereka yang pergi 🙂

 

Verba Volant, Scripta Manent


There is a guardian angel here

She is watching over me
Healing my wound, guiding me home
There is a guardian angel here
She is keeping me alive
My guardian angel.

 

Cinta, Dimensi Lain, Keheningan & Keputusasaan

 

Terkadang segala apa yang dirasakan oleh setiap panca indera kita, hanya sebuah sugesti ataupun ilusi belaka, dan kesemuanya tergantung bagaimana kita melihat sesuai dengan sudut pandang setiap kita. Kehidupan meliputi segala warna-warninya, setiap detiknya menyuguhkan tak terhingga selaksa yang berdarah-darah-hidup-bernyawa. Dan kita, sebagai manusia mengemuka dan mencoba mengejawantahkan setiap kepingan dari puzzl e kehidupan ini dengan setiap renik dan remahanya dengan segala apa yang ada, bahkan kebodohan-pun, ataupula kekonyolan yang berjibaku dengan rasionalitas.

Kemarin bulan ramadhan hadir dengan lebaran sebagai babak akhirnya (bagi sebagian orang, menganggapnya demikian), namun; terkadang penterjemahan  setiap manusia berbeda, tak terkecuali aku. Ramadhan adalah (khususnya bulan ini) memberikan refleksi simulacrum kegelisahan-kejengahan-rasa yang meledah dalam pias-pias rindu yang megap-megap & rasa-pikir-naluri yang, menggelepar berusaha untuk sadarkan diri dari setiap hal, terhadap mimpi-mimpi bahkan.

Sebuah tulisan awal, dengan diiringi lagu Una Noche, dari The Corrs featuring Alejandro Sanz; menjelang ashar 2012, serasa ada yang memeluk tubuhku dari belakang; hangat dan meneduhkan.

 

after thinking..after seeing..my pain walk over the waters of the sea warm clarity. That i saw walk by my street. Without knowing what to do, or feel or think..just that I still go on today, I still.. i still go on today tying myself to understand

 

It can’t be truth that I still without forget
I was looking for you among the clouds, and afront tempests
and now I don’t know if you existed or you were a dream that I had
but there is people you cannot forget ever
it doesn’t matter the time of that happens…

Ia kembali datang

Ahh…sahabat yang satu ini, yang bernama cinta alias kasih sayang, atau aku lebih senang dengan memanggilnya kinasih, hum…nama yang teduh, lebih teduh dari namannya sendiri menurutku. Ia hadir dalam medium banyak hal; alam semesta, perempuan, orang tua, bahkan kita sendiri, dan tentu saja yang seorang guiding yang senantiasa menemani kita, entah sadar ataupun tidak. Beberapa waktu sebelum & sesudah ramadhan, kinasih datang lagi, ia datang sambil membawakans esuatuyang sudah lama sekali aku inginkan (tepatnya, aku nitip dalam perjalanannnya), ia membawa setangkai bunga edelweiss, dengan senyum yang pias ia memberikan bunga itu sambil berbisik, ge..aku datang..Ia datang, dalam keadaan yang bagiku mengelisahkan,Nampak kelelahan tergambar dalam warna wajahnya, kulitnya yang hampir coklat, dengan sayap yang kusut, kenapa?  She flies by her own wings

Ia lantas, sebagaimana biasanya, langsung ke dapur, membuat kopi hitam hangat untuknya dan diriku, yang sedari tadi masih duduk diberanda rumah sambil memegang tangkai edelweiss ditangan kananku  dan wajah memandang langit sore dengan mata terpejam, sambil merasakan sapuan pelan angin.

Dipanggilnya aku pelan sekali, sambil menghampirinya dalam hatiku ngunandika .. seorang musafir yang memilih jalan kesendiriaan dan petualangan yang getas & sublim tapi sebuah kutukan yang memaksa diri untuk belajar dari pengalaman dan keterpurukan, setiap harinya perjalanan setiap tetesan waktu tertuangn dalam sebuah jejak detak untuk kisah hidup soliter dalam perjalanan menjadi sesuatu yang; berarti.

Dan entahlah, sore itu perbincangan kami lain dari biasannya, penuh dengan kegilaan warna, dan sendau gurau yang muram dan hening, semuanya kami nikmati sambil meneguk kopi hitam hangat, sebungkus rokok dan tentu saja ditemani segala angin, awan, langit, bintang dan yang baru saja datang dengan nafas memburu, iya…sang rembulan saudah datang dengan membawa segengam debu bintang.

Sebuah akhir, semoga berakhir dengan keheningan yang paripurna dan menghangat. Sambil diam-diam mencoba untuk tidak menggengam erat terlalu dalam karena keseimbangan itu tidak akan tercipta bila terlalu memaksakannya.

~ When the solution is simple, God is answering ~
~ Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated ~

~ Love, Light & Blessings ~

Dan , semuanya belumlah berakhir…berenergi sekali; untuk melanjutkan kembali.

Jogjakarta 2012, Au  Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam