Did you ever wonder how much you could remember from the past?
Did you ever analyze how you travel from the past, wondering in the present and how will you arrive to the future? How detail did you remember from the past? Even if you keep track and create every milestones of your life in your diary there’s no guarantee that every minute, every second of your life is listed. Yeah I did wonder about it. Who I am now, who I use to be, how I use to think, how I use to see certain issues and what would I decide by that time, will I decide the same thing like today. Where would I be and who I will be in the future?
Two days ago I stared at the sky. We were enjoying warm drinks by that time, reducing the cold we have brought in to the room. I was with my friends in the Eerste café at central station, Amsterdam. That day was the day when we signed the contract for our future temporary home. Yeah, we got it baby!..
Well anyways, we got into the café and it was raining outside. Shower rain. Heavy shower. The sky turns dark. If I’m not mistaken, it was only 4.30 P.M. I can’t blame the sky for the season decided to change. I guess it was time for the change. I welcome winter with smile and make sure that I didn’t frown.
Then after quite some times, the waiters were chatting next to us. One of them point at the window right next to me and the other one instantly stared. As he stared I decided to follow. As I see far outside, there was ray of light through the sky curtain of gray clouds. The beautiful sunset ray found its way to shine this part of the earth. I didn’t notice when did the rain stops pouring. But still, the sun seems to found its way to say goodnight, which signing its task for that day was done. Somehow it hurts to see the sun go, even though I know I’ll meet the sun again. Occupied by the sun, not realizing that a plane passing by. The minute I saw the plane, my imagination went with it. I remember “my coffee”, and it reminds me of his dad. Funny how it seems, but it’s entirely true.
As the plane flew through the dark clouds, I said to my friends, “ I bet that plane is having a turbulence coz it is flying through thick, dark clouds” and afterwards I said to myself, in a minute the rain will fall again. The dark clouds are here in this part of the earth. I know when I was a kid, I did thought that thunder is a sign that god is angry. I tried to remember of my childhood, did I ever think that rain were tears of the sky, coz maybe we made them sad. But that day I did fell sad. It seems the sky was reflecting what I felt at that time. As I followed the plane with my eyes, seems it flew to the end of the world, in life journey I wonder could we fly back to the past?
Of course no will be the answer. But still, life is a journey. We pack stuffs to bring with us. Some we left it at home, some new thing we bring to the next destination. That’s just the way on how you prepare your trip. I know I keep repeating that.
I remember my last journey. Departure Indonesia. Arrival Holland. I’ve been back in Holland for 2 weeks now. However, 2 week ago as my trip continued on a plane, as my life continued as well. 16 hours journey on the plane was right in front of me, I’m starting my life journey in the plane.
The life in the plane was bitter sweet, in its own ways. People greet each other as they notice they came from the same country. I could hear clearly “The Dutch men” greet and share their “wine” of experience to one another, the bitter the sweet. The “1st stewardess” you meet greets you. The “2nd stewardess” helps you to your seat and store your “luggage” in the upper compartment. She just helped you to restore it for the short life journey in the plane. The “3rd stewardess” makes sure that you are comfortable, answer to your questions, and make sure you are safe and prepared. The next “the head of stewardess” greets you, she thought you what you need to know in the journey. From the knowledge you need, informing you, guiding you, explaining to you, until taking care you. The next thing you know, you saw the sign. You learn. You have to put your seat belts on and after a while the plane started to move. The “captain” checked the flaps, checked the brake, the engine and so on. The captain introduces him self, he explains to you, he informs you, he make sure and checked. He controls the journey. The next thing you know he said it’s time to leave. And we are off.
As we left the runway, my heart ache, it seems I left my “luggage” back at home. I couldn’t go back and bring it with me. Not for now, not for quite sometime. I just stare as the city fades away behind the clouds. Turbulence. That’s what I met. But after that it was a clear blue sky, steady flight.
I throw my sight as far as I can see. Just clear blue sky. I see the soft, wavy clouds beneath me. It’s white like I used to draw it looks comfortable and warm. I wonder how something seems so soft could cause so much turbulence. It gave the rumbles. Time passed by I saw the sunset in front of my eyes. The sun is saying goodbye. I know I’ll see it again. But somehow I am not sure that the moon and the stars will shine on me that night cause I know I left my “luggage”. I know it is filled with my precious things. My heart felt empty without it and my heart felt heavy at the same time. I felt sad. My “luggage”. My mom and my brother. I missed them. Yes, they are the luggage I can’t bring. I told “my coffee”. He said I’d be ok. I ask my self, would something change from the” luggage”? Will everything be the same when I return? I know there have been many changes. I know there’s a possibility for it. Even the sunny day change to a dark night. “My coffee” holds my hand and I was floating. I float as the plane flew. I close the shades of my plane window, I felt safe.
Hours passed by. I open the shades of my plane window. I throw my sight as far as I can see. It was dark out, but there are some things that sparkled. It’s not the rain. It was the stars. It was glittering on the dark sky. I couldn’t remember when was the last time I saw that many stars in the sky. I couldn’t remember how beautiful a night sky could be. Probably that is one of the missing memories. Anyways, the stars were uncountable. It was beautiful. Apparently stars did shine on me that night but then, turbulence greets me afterwards, few more for the rest of the journey. Some just “greets” for a while and some did “stay for a chat”. It really did stay for a while. I try not to be bothered and enjoy the rest of the journey. Once and a while I hold “my coffee” for comfort, try not to bother his rest.
It was the time to land. Return to the ground. I haven’ t miss the ground yet. But the journey has to end. Well the “captain” said so. The stars left, but somehow the sun hasn’t come. But I don’t mind, I know I’ll meet the sun again.
After I landed, a new journey starts on its own. No “stewardess” or “captains”. But, I met my friends, the “luggage” that I left in Holland. It was sweet of them to come. I now they’ll leave sometime after. But, then again I know I’ll meet them again. I drag my luggage with me and try not to cry for missing the “luggage” back home.
That was my sky journey. That was part of my life. I know it is over, for now. But I know I’ll be return way up there again someday.
I know some pieces of my past is missing, but it’s ok I kept the precious ones in mind. I’ll get the rest when I come back. I’m living in this moment. I’m living in my seconds. Don’t worry I already plan my next destination. Wish me luck for it. As I stroll with my luggage in one hand, holding “my coffee” in the other, and I strolled my way to my flat. Back for my “luggage” here in Holland and try to find some more new “luggage” for me to keep.
