You didn’t know what really is

When we meet somebody, we can’t really know who they are, until we try to understand them. And it’s something hard to do.

Sometimes I remember ding an sich concept.

(in Kant’s philosophy) a thing as it is in itself, not mediated through perception by the senses or conceptualization, and therefore unknowable. — Oxford Dictionary

Kita ngga akan pernah tau bagaimana sebenar-benarnya seseorang. Contoh paling mendasar, bahkan aku sendiri kadang sulit untuk mengerti diri sendiri. Human being is a complex creatures to understand. Setiap apa yang kita lihat, pasti dipengaruhi oleh persepsi dan latar belakang pengalaman masing-masing orang.

Ok, back in it.

Konsep ding an sich ini sebenernya (aku pikir) ngga ada hubungannya sama understanding someone, hanya menyinggung sedikit, karena cakupannya memang luas. Tentang konsep segala hal :)

Tapi pada intinya, aku mau cerita bahwa setelah mengobrol dengan beberapa orang, I just realized that everyone has different stories to tell, different burden to bear and not everyone wants to show that to us. They always being happy for everything happened.

I have a discussion partner on Slack (and also WhatsApp), and we discuss about everything. I trust him so much to talk to. Alasannya karena memang kita nyambung, dia pendengar yang baik, pemikirannya sejalan, ga ribet, logis tapi empatinya tinggi, mau memahami orang lain dan yang paling penting, jauh lebih tua! hahaha. Jadi dia itu teman yang benar-benar teman dan tempat nanya pendapat untuk masalah sehari-hari.

We talked about anyone in the office [in our ways, and i think it’s far from gossiping wkwkwkwk].

About everyday issues.

About how we hate hypocrite people.

About religion.

Marriage.

Politics.

Etc.

Setelah ngobrol panjang lebar dan banyak hal, aku jadi ngerti kalau ternyata udah banyak hal yang dia lalui dalam hidupnya. We shaped by life we faced. Dan ngga semua teman-teman yang lain tau tentang ceritanya.

I also meet another person.

And we talked about how he lost his mother.

I meet another person.

And we talked about his relationship.

And I listen about his father.

I meet another person.

And I see his posts.

And I read all his direct messages for me.

I meet another person.

And we’ve sent all those direct messages.

And we’ve met.

And he’s gone.

Like a ghost.

Like we didn’t know each other.

Like there’s nothing happened.

And I regret everything.

And after of this all, I get better understanding and different point of view about them. You didn’t know what really is. We can’t really know who they are by seen the covers.


If you want to read all inspiring stories about ordinary people that didn’t show up on your naked eyes, you can go through Proud Project [Challenging perspective. Breaking walls. Together.] 👏.