In the middle of Bogor – to – Bandung trip that afternoon, me, Di, Bim, Dal, and Gos talked and laughed until I’ve realized that we missed something. Musics. Songs. We didn’t turn on music since we left Bogor. After we turned it on, we sang it together occasionally, only if each of us knew that song . But, sometimes there are songs I’ve never heard before, maybe they too.
Enjoyed traffic toward Bandung, my mind sometimes fly so high into some thoughts. That this life sometimes so similar to how we enjoy songs played on the radio. Sometimes we know things we facing, but sometime we had no clue too. We always have choice to change that radio frequency which play our favorite songs, or just stayed there to learn some new songs. That’s all the choices. It seems like when we choose to chase something we like, job we enjoy to do, someone we adore about, the place we want to be there, or just decide to stay because we belief in God, that He place us here now for one purpose, even it still be the mysteri for us. I don’t know.
When we sang so happily because the beat of that song makes your heart feel so full, or being touched with the sad lyric, that’s how we face whatever we had to. That happy or sad come together, side by side. There is always two side of coins, isn’t it ? There is always the happy to control the sad, there is always white for the black, there is always good to overcome the bad. That’s life.
Sometimes we heard the ads between song we used to be heard, that is how the distraction works for our day. We had it all, like someone who cut our conversation with others, or our phone ringing in the middle of important meeting. There is always distractions which we have no idea how to control it. But there is always a response too, which fully be our responsibility. It’s okay. It’s gonna be alright.
Sometimes our favorite songs played consecutively, so does the-song-we-didn’t-know . Sometimes people didn’t like our favorite song, like we couldn’t always like theirs. That’s life ; shits happens everyday , people did bad things to us, people didn’t like us personally, yet we couldn’t understand them. That’s life. We had our own choices, we had our own time.
My thought stopped when our car turned left, entered the rest area and I realized that we hungry enough and we need some food to eat. Radio turned off, so did our song, seems like our days. Sometimes we need to take a rest. Maybe tired. Or something else.