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Kadang aku mikir (kebanyakan mikir emang ya): kenapa ya, menjaga alam dianggap amal, tapi jualan handphone dibilang jenius? Strange world, isn’t it? We praise people who invent faster phones, smarter apps, shinier screens — and call them innovators . But when someone spends their life replanting trees or cleaning the ocean, we call them volunteers . It’s beautiful, yes, but also… kind of sad. Seolah-olah, doing good for the planet itu cuma bonus. Something you do after you’ve made enough money, after your brand gets big, after your company can afford CSR. Padahal tanpa alam, semua itu nggak akan ada. No oxygen, no phone signal, no market. Just silence. I've just even realised that the CSR-related subject in schools are highlighted for the kindness and charitable action instead. A bit shameful about it now. Tapi entah kenapa, kita hidup di dunia di mana value diukur dari profit , bukan dari purpose . Selling phones? That’s “innovation.” Conserving nature? That’s “charity.” --- May...

Kemarin malam, a friend of mine bercerita — mobilnya nabrak trotoar ditengah hujan deras setelah menghindari pengendara motor. Bukan di jalan sepi, melainkan di jalan padat , dimana semua mobil honking, lampu rem menyala-nyala, dan hujan seolah mempercepat detik-detiknya menjadi semakin panjang. She felt panik. Rasa takut bukan karena hujannya saja, tapi karena kerumunan, karena car horn yang tak berhenti, karena perasaan “I’m stuck, what do I do now?" Winda. The strong girl I admire. Setelah mencoba memanggil towing service, dialing, arguing, dan gak ada yang mau bantu dia. Dia merasa hopeless. Until, tiba-tiba, beberapa strangers muncul. They came over. They didn’t look past her with judgment, they just stopped. They helped her checked the car, they bantu bereskan yang mengganggu jalannya mobil, all while soaking wet, tanpa pamrih. When they're done they just let her go, even the asked her to go karena jalanan udah semakin macet banget perkara mobilnya itu. Mereka pergi be...

Our Common Mistake: Thinking People Would Do the Same You know that feeling when you do something kind for someone — maybe you text first, you check in, you help, you remember their birthday — and somehow, deep down, you expect they’d do the same for you? And when they don’t, you start wondering, “Am I asking too much?” or worse, “Do they even care?” Here’s the thing: one of the quietest mistakes we often make in relationships, friendships, even work, is this — we assume people would act, think, or feel the same way we do. We expect others to show love the way we show it. We expect them to care the way we care. We expect them to be as thoughtful, as considerate, as emotionally aware as we are. But people are not mirrors. They’re entire worlds with different weather, languages, and rules. Maybe you grew up in a home where saying thank you mattered. Someone else might have grown up where showing up mattered more than saying the words. You might think helping means offering s...

Pernah nggak sih kamu ngobrol sama seseorang, terus setelah sekian lama obrolan bergulir, kamu merasa tidak bisa berhenti ngobrol dengan dia? Bukan. Bukan karena topiknya seru, justru topiknya tidak terstruktur, tidak beresensi, bahkan tidak ada topik. Cuma keberadaannya saja, dan keberadaan kalian berdua yang membuat semuanya lebih bermakna dari isi obrolannya. Dan anehnya, kamu nggak merasa butuh untuk menjelaskan apa-apa. Kalimatmu bisa setengah, dan dia tetap paham. Kadang diam pun terasa seperti bahasa yang sama. Ada ruang yang tidak diisi kata, tapi justru di sanalah kedekatan itu tumbuh — bukan karena intensitas bicara, tapi karena kehadiran yang saling diterima. Mungkin begini rasanya “ nyambung ” dalam arti yang paling jujur. Bukan karena sepakat dalam segala hal, tapi karena ada frekuensi yang sama — tenang, hangat, dan tidak memaksa. Kalian tidak sedang berusaha membuat kesan, tidak juga ingin terlihat menarik. Kalian cuma… ada. Dan ketika perbincangan itu selesai, kamu me...

They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. They also say you can’t pour from an empty cup. Well, I found out the hard way that you also can’t function from an empty stomach. It all started one random morning when I decided to skip breakfast. You know, just a small rebellion against the nutrition gods. I told myself, “It’s fine, I’ll just eat later.” Spoiler alert: I didn’t eat later. By 10 AM, my stomach was already composing a full orchestra. By 11, my brain had officially submitted its resignation letter. By noon, I was seriously questioning all my life choices—including why I ever believed coffee could replace food. But here’s the twist: I survived. Yes, barely. My body was running on sheer willpower, caffeine, and regret, but it made it through. I reached the end of the day with my dignity slightly dented and my stomach plotting revenge. So, was skipping breakfast dangerous? Absolutely. Did I die? Not yet. Turns out, skipping breakfast won’t kill you instantly—it’ll ...

The heat wasn't just from the food... It was a fully packed canteen. Elbows brushed, trays clattered, and the murmur of tired workers filled the humid air. We lunched anyway—not because it was pleasant, but because hunger and work pressure didn’t care for atmosphere. There was no time for patience, no room for comfort. The queue snaked like a dragon, and we weren’t about to bow to it. We didn’t wait. We didn’t ask. We grabbed each other’s fists. Right between the sticky tables and spilled chili sauce, we locked eyes and threw the first punch—not out of hatred, but because this was how we spoke. The only language we knew that wasn't dulled by meetings and deadlines. You ducked. I spun. You grinned. A tray hit the floor somewhere behind us. Someone gasped. Someone else cheered. Forks froze mid-air as we moved—like a dance without rhythm but full of intent. Your knee almost kissed my ribs. My elbow flirted with your shoulder. Each strike was a question: Are you still alive in ther...