Saya ikut berduka, pada kehilangan hari ini.
Saya lagi-lagi merasa diingatkan pada kesementaraan, pada kelemahan manusia, tapi juga pada sesuatu yang lebih sederhana; Kebaikan hati.
Seperti dikutip dari Einstein’s Dreams
…Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly…
…In the hospital on Gerberngasse, a woman says goodbye to her husband. He lies in bed and stares at her emptily. In the last two months, his cancer has spread from his throat to his liver, his pancreas, his brain. His two young children sit on one chair in the corner of the room, frightened to look at their father, his sunken cheeks, the withered skin of an old man. The wife comes to the bed and kisses her husband softly on the forehead, whispers goodbye, and quickly leaves with the children. She is certain that this was the last kiss. How could she know that time will begin again, that she will be born again, will study at the gymnasium again, will show her paintings at the gallery in Zürich, will again meet her husband in the small library in Fribourg, will again go sailing with him in Thun Lake on a warm day in July, will give birth again, that her husband will again work for eight years at the pharmaceutical and come home one evening with a lump in his throat, will again throw up and get weak and end up in this hospital, this room, this bed, this moment. How could she know?…
Mungkin memang ingatan manusia tidak panjang. Hidup akan terus berjalan. Tangis hari ini akan kembali menjadi hari-hari yang dijalankan.
Air mata pun akhirnya akan hilang, digantikan oleh senyum akan berbagai kenangan.
Karena pada akhirnya, yang abadi bukanlah rasa kehilangan, tapi kebaikan hati seseorang.