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Apakah Anda Hidup?


Belakangan ini entah kebetulan atau memang lagi marak, saya banyak membaca artikel tentang kematian, ada yg bahas alam selanjutnya, ada yang bahas tentang momen trakhir saat meninggal, dan lain sebagainya, namun saya pribadi lebih suka membahas tentang kehidupan, karena menurut saya kehidupan dan kematian tuh satu paket, ga adil banget kalo kematian doanx yang di bahas, lagipula, kematian itu global, ngak special, ngak ajaib, smua yang hidup bakalan ketemu yang namanya kematian, mati itu wajar kok, ga aneh, sudah kodratnya, tapi apakah kita sudah benar2 hidup?

Kalau mau di bahas secara gamblang, hidup itu simpel bgt, selama bernapas, bergerak, atau mengkonsumsi sesuatu ya artinya hidup, tapi yang pengen saya bahas di sini, apakah kita benar - benar hidup dalam kehidupan ini? apakah kita sudah melakukan apa yang kita ingin kan? apakah kita sudah hidup sesuai yang kita mau? atau selama ini kita tidak benar-benar hidup karena di paksa atau terpaksa menjalani kehidupan orang lain?

Pertanyaan - pertanyaan seperti itu muncul di kepala saya saat saya mikir tentang apa sih sebenarnya kehidupan itu, apa kah saya sudah benar-benar menjalani hidup "saya" bukan hidup yang di rancang oleh orang lain? sepertinya kebanyakan dari kita tidak melakukan itu, mungkin bukan karena di paksa, namun karena berbagai macam alasan seperti tanggung jawab atau doktrin-doktrin yang di tanamkan dari kecil, tanggung jawab itu penting, doktrin tidak bisa di hilangkan, namun saat kita sudah dewasa seperti saat ini, apa kita masih tidak berani untuk benar-benar hidup? hidup untuk kehidupan kita? bukan hidup untuk orang lain, siapapun itu, karena ingat seperti yang di bahas di awal, kematian akan menghampiri semua makhluk hidup, perpisahan bukan pilihan namun sudah di gariskan, apakah sampai saat itu tiba kita tetap masih menjalani kehidupan yang bukan "kehidupan pilihan kita sendiri" atau sekarang saatnya untuk memilih? memilih untuk benar-benar hidup, mengejar kehidupan kita sendiri, bukan kehidupan yang di rancang sedemikian rupa hingga menyerupai hidup kita padahal ini bukan?

seperti penutup-penutup seminar tidak berguna lain nya, saya akan menutup dengan kata "Semua saya kembalikan kepada anda, pikirkanlah, karena ini hidup anda" dan terima kasih karena anda telah meluangkan beberapa menit waktu anda untuk membaca tulisan saya yang hanya menambah pertanyaan dalam hidup anda tanpa menawarkan solusi apa-apa, BHAY!

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