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Lagi-lagi pilihan

Sekali lagi, pilihan ada di depan saya. Dan saya merasa bahwa saya benar-benar sendirian. I am on my own. Orang tua dan keluarga saya ada ribuan kilometer di belahan dunia yang lain. Suami/pacar saya nggak punya. Sahabat, ya, ada beberapa sahabat saya. Tapi somehow saya merasa sendirian dalam membuat keputusan. Dan saya takut.

Ingin rasanya pulang ke rumah, merebahkan badan ke kasur yang empuk dan terbangun karena obrolan-obrolan orang tua saya di ruang tengah. Ingin rasanya saya bisa pulang, menghirup secangkir kopi bersama adik dan sepupu-sepupu saya, bertukar pikiran tentang semua konsekuensi dari pilihan yang harus saya ambil. Ingin rasanya melarikan diri ke gereja Kotabaru. Walaupun hanya duduk diam, memohon restu pada Dia yang memberi saya hidup.

Tapi toh semua cuma keinginan :) Keputusan saya lah yang membawa saya kemari, sendiri menjejakkan kaki di kota ini. Jadi, ini adalah konsekuensi dari pilihan saya sebelumnya.

Tuhan, saya cuma minta supaya Engkau menjaga saya. Supaya saya tak salah pilih. Dan jangan biarkan saya merasa sendirian ...

Comments

Anonymous said…
memilih atau tidak memilih... itu juga pilihan ;)
2:40 PM
varenti said…
Hidup itu pilihan...
Tanggung jawab atas pilihan itu yg sulit..

you're not alone.
Your family will take care of you all the times you need them
3:46 PM
Anonymous said…
kemarin.. hari ini.. dan esok.. ketiganya adalah jalinan beragam pilihan yang setiap saat mesti diambil hingga menjadi sebuah mozaik indah kehidupan.. *halaaah..* :)

biasa ke KoBar, Mit? duh.. kangen juga saya saya sama gambar2 unik di dinding atasnya.. :D
3:04 AM
mamiex said…
memilih atau tidak memilih tapi memang kudu milih..urip kan mung sak dermo nglakoni..manusia berusaha, meminta, tapi tetap Dia yang selalu mepunyai hak prerogatif tentang sebuah hasil..
3:06 PM
ari_hartanto said…
Aku juga seneng menenangkan diri di gereja kotabaru, tapi duluuu banget, sekarang dah nggak sempat lagi... pikiran suntuk jadi berangsur-angsur hilang kalo udah berdiam diri duduk di dalam keheningan di sana...

Jadi kangen pingin ke sana...
4:53 PM
Anonymous said…
Udam milih ??? Kok lama gak update
12:57 PM
krismariana widyaningsih said…
biarpun mungkin kita salah pilih, Tuhan bisa memakainya demi kebaikan kita kok. percaya aja ;) kita bisa belajar dari banyak hal kan?
5:04 PM
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