I saw a post on Reddit that said, “When you walk through a museum, you’re not just looking at art. You’re moving through centuries of people trying to explain love, grief, power, beauty, and belonging.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a museum described so beautifully.
Piala Dunia: Shakira
Natal: Mariah Carey
Ramadhan: Opick
Ulang Tahun: Jamrud
Anak masuk sekolah: Pagiku cerahku
Bencana: Ebiet G Ade
Nikahan: Kahitna
Gramedia= Kenny G (Auto mules)
Upacara: WR Supratman
lagu perpisahan : endank soekamti
Libur : Tasya
Bencana lokal : Ebit G ade
Bencana international: Michael Jackson -heal the world
Perang gaza: gaza tonight
Acara2 kantor : maumere
Demo: ibu pertiwi
Hari ibu : bunda melly goeslaw
mudik : taragak pulang
tunangan : janji suci
Prabowo Joget: Oke GASS
Asian games : Via Vallen
Teman meninggal: Tipe X
Mati Lampu : KING NASAR
Meninggal dunia : Opick (Bila Waktu Tlah Berakhir)
Lebaran : Lagu Malaysia
Sepak bola : Tanah Airku
Kematian : Sesi Potret
FTV : Lyla, D'Bagindaz , Yovi n nuno
Terimakasih jokowi : kang lindan
Lebaran Idul Fitri: Takbir Uje
banjir : idgitaf
belajar gitar: peterpan - semua tentang kita
Hotel : trivago
Ada lagi ?
Jobless people in 1991:
- Wake up
- Have breakfast
- Chill
- Dad finds you a job
Jobless people in 2001:
- Meet up with friends
- Binge-watch a movie
- Enjoy sunny weekends
- Friends connect you to a job
Jobless people in 2026:
- Apply for 500+ jobs
- Keep refreshing email
- Get called for 2 interviews
- Go through 7 rounds of interviews
- Get rejected
- Society calls you a failure
- You feel guilty even while resting
- You fall into significant debt
- Friends slowly stop calling you
- Depression hits hard
After a certain age, your parents slowly become your children. They ask simple questions, repeat stories, and depend on your patience the way you once depended on theirs. Very few understand this role reversal. What looks like innocence or inconvenience is really time coming full circle. Don't correct them harshly. Don't rush them. Care for them the way they once protected you. This is not a burden. It is repayment.
People respect you more when they don't see you often. Even parents. Trust me. It's strange how distance rearranges love, how absence restores what closeness erodes. When people are deprived of your presence, they start seeing you clearly again, not through habit but through awareness. Proximity dulls perception. Space sharpens it. That's just how the human mind works.