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Chasing Tomorrow, Forgetting Today

“Roses – photograph by me

“Above all creatures, human is the weirdest one;

He always worry about tomorrow, that he forgets what he’s already had today.”

~Dalai Lama

*To read in Indonesian, see below 

There was a young man who lived alone. He was living far away from his family and close friends; alone in his small simple house.

One day, when walking around his backyard, he found a piece of flower that he had never recognized nor realized before. So charming the flower was, that he decided to take it off the roots and moved it to another place in his house.

Having taken the flower, he had just realized that he had no pot to put the flower in. So, he decided to put the flower in a used can, just for a while until he could find a pot.

“I shall find a suitable pot for it,” he thought while looking at the flower. “The pot should be huge enough for it to grow big. And the pot should be a real nice one to match its charm.”

But then he realized that he had not enough money to buy such pot he wanted. The real nice pot he saw at a flower shop was just too costly. So he thought that he must work and save money to afford that one pot.

While watering the flower in the can, a neighbor came to him and said, “What a rare flower. Why don’t you move it into a proper pot?”

He replied, “I will; I just couldn’t afford that real charming pot at the shop—I  have to save money for that.”

“Should you buy the pot?” the neighbor asked in amazement. “I think you can just buy a simple pot—it won’t be that costly—rather than keeping this amazing flower in a can.”

“No,” the man insisted. “I want that pot; that’s the only pot to match this flower’s beauty.”

The neighbor shrugged, “As you like it. Anyway, it’s only a pot—I don’t think  the flower could tell the difference, whether the pot is made of clay or gold.”

* * *

The man kept on his will. He worked and worked, for the nice pot was priced higher than he could earn.

For the first week, he never failed to take care of the flower—he always water it no matter how exhaustment from working all day long had drained his energy.

But from the next week and forth, he began to lose attention on the flower. His focus was all set on his work, on how he could earn more, on how he should—or he thought he should—buy the pot he always wanted.

Days and days, he spent less and less time paying attention to the flower. All in his mind was just to keep working so he could afford the pot. Another thing, he though the flower could survive in a can with a few drops of water he gave sometimes—when he remembered to do so. But the longer it took, the less he had time for the flower. Sometimes he realized that some caterpillars starting to set place on the flower’s leaves, but he just never had enough time to get rid of all of them.

* * *

After quite a long time working, he finally earned enough money that he could eventually buy the piece of pot. He even had some more money left that he could buy other things for himself and for the flower—new watering can, some fertilizers, and so on.

But pity him, he got home only to find out that the flower had died. It seemed the flower had died days or maybe even weeks ago, for it had gone poorly dry.

He stood there, watching the flower while holding the charming pot. What could the pot match now—there was no charm left of the flower.

His neighbor came, “I am sorry, I failed to tell you that the flower was dying,” he said. “I wanted to water it, but I felt I don’t have the privilege to cause it’s yours—and anyway, I couldn’t just break into your house just to water it, though I could see from my window that the flower was getting dry each and every single day.”

He could say nothing to reply.

His neighbor continued, “I think you should’ve listened to me.”

“I know,” said the man, but in his mind he said, “No, I only want the best for the flower.”

The neighbor shrugged, and while turning away to leave, he said to the man, “You’ve been worrying too much about the pot that you eventually forgot the flower.”

“I know,” said the man, but in his mind he said, “I know I’ve been worrying too much for tomorrow, that I forgot what I’ve had already had today.”

Yogyakarta, 03 June 2012

~widie

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Seorang pria hidup sendiri, jauh dari keluarga dan teman-teman dekatnya; sendiri saja di rumah kecilnya yang sederhana.

Suatu hari, saat berjalan-jalan di kebun belakang rumahnya, ia menemukan serumpun bunga yang tidak pernah dikenal atau diketahuinya. Begitu menariknya bunga itu sampai-sampai ia memutuskan untuk mencabutnya dari tanah dan memindahkannya ke dalam rumah.

Ia baru sadar bahwa ia tidak punya pot untuk menanam bunga itu, padahal bunga itu sudah terlanjur dicabutnya. Akhirnya, ia menanam bunga itu di dalam sebuah kaleng untuk sementara waktu.

“Aku harus mencari pot untuk bunga ini,” pikirnya sambil memandangi bunga itu. “Potnya harus cukup besar supaya bunga ini mendapat tempat yang cukup untuk terus tumbuh. Dan potnya juga harus bagus supaya sesuai dengan kecantikan bunga ini.”

Sayangnya, uangnya tidak cukup untuk membeli pot yang dibayangkannya itu. Di toko bunga, satu-satunya pot yang sesuai harapannya ternyata terlalu mahal. Maka ia pun memutuskan bahwa ia akan bekerja keras dan menabung untuk bisa membeli pot itu.

Ketika sedang menyirami bunga itu, seorang tetangganya menghampirinya dan berujar, “Unik sekali bunga ini. Kenapa tidak kaupindahkan ke pot yang lebih baik?”

Jawabnya, “Memang akan kupindahkan; tetapi pot bagus yang dijual di toko bunga itu mahal sekali harganya—aku harus menabung dulu.”

“Memangnya potnya harus seistimewa itu?” tetangganya bertanya lagi, keheranan. “Kupikir pot biasa saja juga tidak masalah—harganya pasti lebih murah—daripada bunga ini kaubiarkan di dalam kaleng usang seperti ini.”

“Tidak,” pria itu bersikeras. “Potnya harus istimewa; hanya pot itu yang sesuai dengan keindahan bunga ini.”

Mendengar itu, tetangganya hanya mengedikkan bahu, “Sesukamu saja. Lagipula, pot tetap saja pot—toh bunga ini juga tidak akan peduli apakah pot itu terbuat dari tanah liat atau emas.”

* * *

Pria itu tetap bertahan pada pendiriannya. Ia terus bekerja keras demi membeli pot istimewa yang diinginkannya itu.

Seminggu pertama, ia masih terus merawat bunga itu dengan baik—ia tak pernah lupa menyiraminya, tak peduli seberapa lelahnya ia setelah bekerja seharian.

Namun, minggu-minggu berikutnya, ia mulai jarang memperhatikan bunga itu. Pikirannya lebih banyak terpaku pada pekerjaannya, pada bayaran yang diterimanya, pada kenyataan bahwa ia harus—atau setidaknya menurutnya harus—bisa membeli pot mahal itu.

Semakin hari, waktu dan perhatiannya untuk bunga itu semakin berkurang. Hal utama yang mengisi pikirannya adalah pot mahal itu, dan bahwa ia harus terus bekerja supaya bisa membelinya. Lagipula, ia beranggapan bahwa bunga itu toh tidak akan mati hanya karena ia lupa menyiraminya beberapa hari saja.

Sayangnya, semakin lama ia semakin lupa pada bunga itu. Kadang ia menemukan beberapa ekor ulat bersarang di dedaunan bunga itu, namun ia tak pernah punya waktu untuk membasmi semua ulat itu.

* * *

Setelah bekerja keras cukup lama, ia akhirnya bisa membeli pot mahal yang diinginkannya sejak lama. Ia bahkan bisa membeli beberapa barang lain untuk dirinya sendiri dan untuk bunga peliharaannya—penyiram air baru, pupuk, dan semacamnya.

Sayang sekali, begitu ia pulang membawa semua belanjaannya itu, ia mendapati bahwa bunga kesayangannya itu sudah mati. Sepertinya bunga itu sudah mati sejak beberapa hari yang lalu, atau bahkan mungkin beberapa minggu, karena bunga itu sudah mengering.

Ia hanya bisa berdiri terpaku, menatap bunga mati itu sambil membawa pot indah yang baru saja dibelinya. Apa gunanya pot itu sekarang—tak ada lagi keindahan yang bisa ditempatkan di dalamnya.

Tetangganya datang lagi dan berkata, “Maaf, aku tidak memberitahumu bahwa bunga itu sudah lama sekarat.” Katanya lagi, “Sebenarnya aku ingin menyiraminya, tetapi kupikir aku tidak punya hak untuk itu karena bunga itu milikmu. Lagipula, aku tidak bisa seenaknya masuk ke rumahmu supaya bisa menyiraminya, walau dari jendela bisa kulihat bahwa bunga itu semakin hari semakin meranggas.”

Pria itu tak bisa menjawab apa-apa.

Tetangganya menyambung, “Seharusnya kau beli pot biasa saja sejak dulu, seperti kataku.”

“Aku tahu,” jawab pria itu, namun dalam hati ia berkata, “Tidak, aku tidak salah. Aku hanya ingin yang terbaik untuk bunga ini.”

Tetanganya mengangkat bahu, dan seraya berlalu ia berkata, “Kau terlalu banyak memikirkan pot itu sampai-sampai kau malah melupakan bunga indahmu ini.”

“Aku tahu,” jawab pria itu lagi, namun dalam hati ia berkata, “Aku tahu; aku terlalu memusingkan hari esok sampai-sampai aku lupa apa yang sudah kumiliki hari ini.”

Yogyakarta, 03 June 2012

~widie

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