๐จ PEMBANTAIAN GAJAH DI LAHAN KONSESI ๐๐ฅ
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Kami, rakyat Sumatera, menuntut dengan tegas kepada Kementerian Lingkungan Hidup dan Kehutanan, CABUT SEGERA izin konsesi yang menjadi sarang pembunuhan berulang!
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Kami patut curiga keras, ada keterlibatan atau setidaknya kelalaian fatal dari pemegang izin yang membiarkan, atau bahkan memfasilitasi, pembantaian satwa dilindungi ini berulang-ulang. Sudah cukup darah tumpah!
Hentikan pembiaran ini sekarang juga, atau rakyat Sumatera akan anggap negara turut menjadi pembunuh gajah kami!โ
Because the first time you do it, you feel it in your body. You walk toward the venue and your hands feel slightly empty. You keep checking your phone even though nobodyโs coming. You stand in line and suddenly youโre hyper aware of where to put your eyes. Youโre scanning faces like youโre looking for someone to rescue you from looking like a person with no friends.
The brain does this stupid thing where it equates being alone with being unwanted.
Even when you chose it.
Even when you have people.
Even when the truth is just: your schedules donโt match, nobody answered in time, you donโt want to beg someone to live your life with you.
Still, the body feels it as exposure.
Thatโs why so many people would rather stay home.
They donโt want to miss the movie. They want to avoid the feeling of being visibly alone in public. They want to avoid that tiny sting when you sit down and thereโs an empty seat next to you and you can feel other peopleโs laughter and you wonder if you look sad.
Itโs pride. Itโs fear. Itโs that childhood wiring that says the herd equals safety.
Then you stay home and you scroll a feed of other people living.
You see couples at concerts. Friends clinking glasses. Someone posting museum photos. Someone at a cafe with a book and a cute pastry. You tell yourself theyโre having a better life than you.
But half the time theyโre just doing what you could have done, if you werenโt waiting for permission from someone elseโs calendar.
Waiting is the quiet killer.
Not because friends are bad. Friends are great. Love is great. Shared memories are real.
The problem is when your entire life becomes contingent on other peopleโs availability.
You turn into this person who is always โdownโ but never actually doing. Always โwe should.โ Always โsoon.โ Always โwhen everyone is free.โ You start stockpiling intentions like theyโre experiences.
A year goes by that way so fast it makes you nauseous.
A lot of people donโt realize how much theyโve outsourced their living until they hit a wall.
They break up. Their best friend moves. Everyone gets busy. Someone has kids. Someone gets depressed. Someone becomes a work zombie. Suddenly the social engine that carried you stops. And youโre left standing there like a person who forgot how to walk without holding someoneโs hand.
Thatโs when โgo aloneโ stops sounding like empowerment and starts sounding like survival.
Thereโs a specific sadness in realizing youโve been sitting in your apartment waiting for other people to press play on your life.
Like youโre paused until someone else is ready.
learn to go alone.
Not because it makes you edgy.
Because it keeps you from turning your life into a waiting room.
Going alone teaches you something your nervous system needs to learn: solitude is not rejection.
You walk into the coffee shop alone and nobody cares. The barista does not care. The couple at the corner table does not care. The guy on his laptop does not care. Most people are so wrapped up in themselves that your aloneness is invisible.
Thatโs the first relief.
The second relief is quieter: you start noticing what you actually like.
When you go with friends, youโre in group mode. Compromise mode. Conversation mode. Social performance mode.
Alone, youโre in attention mode.
You notice the light in the museum hitting the floor. You notice you want to stay five minutes longer in front of one painting. You notice which songs hit harder when youโre not trying to look cool about it. You notice you like sitting by the window. You notice you prefer earlier showtimes. You notice you like walking slowly after the movie instead of immediately debriefing it.
You start developing taste that isnโt filtered through anyone else.
Thatโs a form of adulthood people skip.
Also, going alone is a kind of quiet rebellion against shame.
i think my ๐ฉ is that, I never know how to talk about my feelings. I talk to myself in my head a lot about how I feel & I explain it so well, but getting it to actually come out my mouth is so hard.
Buset, gua daftar PCPM BI sampe tahap MCU udah dicolok-colok pantat gua itupun masih gak lolos, ini keponakan presiden bisa langsung jadi deputi gubernur.