I am in my hometown now, celebrating my mom and dad’s birthday. It was great to meet them, my sister & bro in law, my grandma, my cousins and aunties.
Tapi yang aga bikin mikir adalah keadaan nenek. She is 83 and since she has been stop working, she really started to age. Dia uda susah jalan, lupa siapapun, susah pipis, susah berdoa, dll. Lumayan sedih. Mulai berubah bgt 2 tahun belakangan ini. Lebaran tahun 2015 dia masih bisa inget gw. I feel that I already lose her.
Td pagi gw terbang dari vietnam – sg – jogja. Dari jogja gw naik kereta ke solo dan dari stasiun solo gw naik becak ke rumah. Di perjalanan, I saw all kind of people. Ada yg duduk2 nganggur, jualan rokok, jualan buah, dll. Mungkin krn settingnya gw tau bgt, gw jadi berasa gmn gt.
Di vietnam, kemarin, we were young and excited. We discussed how we can conquer vietnam market and all other steroid stuff. Dan di solo, hari ini , gw liat penuaan, kelemahan, sakit, dan kemiskinan.
It is just so wrong. All kind of cool stuff that I discussed on the last several days do not mean anything here. All of those numbers, statistics, products, insights, intellectual discussions we had, mean null here. Null.
They cant even help my grandma who struggled to pee.