What is Success?

Sometimes I think that success is something that has been determined in advance, rather than something that is obtained from the struggle. Someone who was born of a wealthy and respected families will have the guarantee of a good education, will have a supportive social environment, and of course adequate nutrients for growth. Someone who grew up in intact families and respected, with an idolized and meaningful parents can be grown without barriers and easily determine the ideals and steps must be followed. Everything seemed to have been available in one complete set.

What is success? Destiny or choice?

Let's look at the people who grew up in poor families and dilapidated. Their families were nobody and far from being respected. Their parents were not the figures that could assist their growth and provide a good example. These poor people get an education just improvise with the social circles that do not support. Let alone thinking about success, just deal with the problems of living alone is very heavy.


What is success? Destiny or choice?

They say God is fair, He gives equal opportunities to everyone to get what they want, He never distinguished anyone.

But if we are faced with the case above, can we still look God as justice without the slightest bother of feelings? Is it fair to let the two men compete with a draw? Is it feasible to let two people fight over water with a straw and a high pressure pump?


What is success? Destiny or choice? What is justice? Truth or folklore?

Or is there a karma? What we experience in life is the result of our actions in past life.

God and us, we know a fair competition for success should be done by people who have the equal power.



What is success? Destiny or choice?


(Question from someone who harass the justice of God)

Tak Ada

Tak ada biara di pegunungan atau istana musim panas yang berdiri pongah di ujung lansekap; tak ada satu pun yang dibangun dari tumpukkan pasir atau susunan batu belaka.

Tak ada keraton di balik rindang pepohonan purba ataupun pertokoan kota lama dengan asap sehitam jelaga; tak ada yang dicipta semalam dan sekejap mata.

Kata orang, Sutasoma bukan berasal dari gunjingan kasta sudra ataupun senyum palsu para Brahmana; tak ada kitab yang ditulis dalam khayalan, tak ada wahyu dalam semalam.

Tak ada satupun, tak ada.

Bukan negeri ini, bukan bangsa ini. Keduanya dicipta dalam cakrawala waktu yang menempa kekerabatan di bawah terik dataran khatulistiwa, tak ada kekerabatan darah dan keluarga.

Tak ada satupun, tak ada.

Keduanya terus ditempa oleh waktu, terus diuji tentang kekerabatan. Tentang mimpi membangun istana dari tumpukkan pasir yang berasal dari ribuan pesisirnya, tentang sebuah benteng kokoh dari susunan batu belaka.

Keduanya terus ditempa; bangsa ini sedang diuji.

Apakah berbeda-beda tapi tetap satu ataukah berbeda-beda harus menjadi satu?

Bangsa ini yang akan menjawab, apakah Sutasoma hanya dusta, ataukah memang ada bangunan pasir yang menyilaukan mata?

(Memoar luka tentang penggusuran pemukiman Cina Banteng)