Without Means ( Tanpa Arti )

Selalu aja...
Mengulang cerita dan kisah yang kita sendiri ga akan pernah tahu kapan dan dimana harus berhenti,
Tanpa sesuatu petunjuk arah, mata angin, tempat berpijak, atau pun sebuah ranting sekalipun untuk berpegangan,
Sesekali kita merasa...bahwa arah kita ini menuju surga, tetapi kita juga takut apakah benar arah kita...ataukah salah arah tujuan kita,
Dosa atau tidak kah kita,
Kita tidak akan pernah juga mengira bahwa ternyata pelabuhan kita nantinya sangatlah Tua, Renta, Kesendirian,
Apabila kita merasa bahwa ending-nya akan gagal, kita bisa dengan cepat memutuskan dan berpaling lari jauh darinya,
Lari..lari...dan terus berlari-lari jauh dengan tidak sedikitpun berpaling kebelakang,
Setelah jauh berlari...
Apakah kita menemukan tumpuan baru untuk berpijak,
Apakah kita bisa merubah sesuatu yang telah melekat dengan hati dan pikiran kita,
Apakah kita mencoba mengharapkan sesuatu yang baru dan belum pernah kita alami...berubah tanpa adaptasi,
Kita masing-masing diciptakan untuk beradaptasi,
Kita masing-masing punya kemampuan untuk bertahan dari segala hal,
Tetapi apakah kita bisa hidup tanpa hati,pikiran dan bayang-bayang masa lalu yang melekat,
Terutama pada bayang-bayang yang tidak atau belum terselesaikan,

Selesaikan lah sejenak masalah yang ada dihadapan kita,
Janganlah kita berpikiran bahwa lari adalah sesuatu yang bisa terselesaikan dengan mudah,
Janganlah kita berpikiran bahwa masalah datang selalu kepada kita,
Janganlah kita berpikiran bahwa kita adalah pembuat masalah,
Karena tanpa masalah, apalah arti hidup ini,
hanya bisa merasakan,
LAHIR, TUMBUH, MATI
Bagaikan sebuah tanaman yang hanya bila waktunya tiba dia akan mati.

Berbahagialah kita atas apa yang telah diciptakan-Nya untuk kita, dari yang menurut pandangan kita BAHAGIA maupun DERITA.

karena itu semua adalah KARUNIA yang tidak semuanya mengalami.

LOVE ALL,

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I COULD NOT FORGIVE

by Kiyoko Tanimoto
An eye witness account of the Hiroshima atomic bomb

I lay there buried alive under our house when the bomb hit our city. The bomb started great fires. The fires came nearer and nearer to us as workers tried to reach us. "Hurry!" they cried to one another as the flames came nearer. At last the workers reached us and pulled me and my mother out from under everything, before the flames reached us.

Now later, as I thought of the pilot of the plane that dropped the atomic bomb on our city, I cried, "I hate him. I hate him." The people with marked faces from the effects of the bomb made me cry, "I hate him." I saw people suffering a terrible, slow death. Again and again I cried, as I saw these people, "I hate that pilot, I hate him!"

I HATED HIM
Now some time later I was in USA and that pilot appeared in a meeting I attended. As I looked at him, I hated him with a bitter hatred.

But then I listened to what he told us of his experience the day when he dropped the bomb on our city. I heard him say, "When I flew over the city after we dropped the bomb, I cried, 'O God, what have I done'." I realised he found it difficult to speak of that day. He could hardly speak for tears.

As this happened I suddenly realised my hatred of him was wrong. It only made me unhappy also. As I did this, it was as if a heavy load fell off my shoulders. I cried, "God, help me to forgive him. Please God, forgive my wrong feelings towards him. Please give me Your Spirit to control my thoughts."

I also told God, "I am sorry for all my wrong thoughts." I believe Jesus Christ died for my sin. As I did this my life was changed.

I now help people that suffer from hating other people. I seek to help them to love everyone, as I am now able to do.

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