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Modern Literature Has Lost Its Courage

Contemporary literature prides itself on being progressive, inclusive, and fearless. Yet paradoxically, it has rarely been more cautious.   In an age that celebrates “speaking truth to power,” much of today’s literary output seems designed to avoid power altogether—or worse, to flatter it. The result is a body of work that is technically refined, morally predictable, and intellectually timid. Literature has not become freer; it has become safer. That safety comes at a cost. From Moral Risk to Moral Compliance Great literature has always been morally dangerous. Not because it glorified harm, but because it refused to obey the ethical consensus of its time. Fyodor Dostoevsky allowed murderers and fanatics to speak with terrifying clarity, without authorial disclaimers. Franz Kafka exposed bureaucratic violence not through slogans but through absurdity so precise it still unsettles readers a century later. George Orwell understood that clear language itself is a political act—and...
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When Silence Teaches More Than Noise

Everyone talks about success. Few talk about the cost. The nights you outgrow your old dreams. The mornings that feel heavier than yesterday. The quiet moments where no one is watching— except you. I used to chase noise. Deadlines. Applause. Validation. I thought speed meant progress and movement meant direction. I was wrong. Growth does not announce itself. It whispers. It waits until you are tired enough to finally listen. Some lessons arrive as losses. Some answers come dressed as delays. And some doors stay closed not to punish you, but to protect who you are becoming. There is strength in slowing down. Power in choosing clarity over chaos. Freedom in admitting you don’t need to be everywhere to be enough. You are allowed to change your mind. You are allowed to redefine success. You are allowed to become someone your past self would not recognize. Time is not your enemy. It is your editor— cutting what no longer fits, refining what truly matters. ...

You Are Not Behind — You Are Choosing Differently

  They say you are late. Behind schedule. Outpaced by people who post wins before they understand the cost. But timelines are invented by those afraid of uncertainty. You didn’t fall behind. You stepped off a road that never asked who you wanted to become. Some people move fast because stopping would force them to face themselves. You slowed down because you refused to lie about what success looks like in your own skin. Not everything unfinished is broken. Not every pause is fear. Some delays are decisions made quietly, without witnesses. You are not confused. You are unlearning borrowed ambition. And yes— it looks messy from the outside. Honesty always does before it becomes strength. Let them measure life in milestones. You are measuring it in alignment. And that kind of progress doesn’t trend, doesn’t shout, and doesn’t need permission. It only needs courage.

Romantic Love Poem

  R uin the script of fate; I choose you, awake and willing. O nly in your eyes do borders fall and the night learns our names. M y ribs open like windows when your quiet enters the room. A nd I promise no temples—only a home where breath is allowed. N othing in you needs saving; love is not a siren, it is steady hands. T ake these ordinary hours; let us keep them exact and unruled. I   listen to your pulse like a compass that refuses to lie. C ity lights stand still when your laugh breaks the grid.   L et us be honest: work and tenderness are the same fire here. O n doubtful nights, I will choose you again, without witness. V ows without altars—just hands learning the map of each other. E ven the dark trusts us to carry a small, stubborn flame.   P romise me questions, not a cage; keep the door open, the table set. O pen roads mean little unless our feet argue them into truth. E very revolt worth keeping begins as care at the smallest scale. M y heart is no throne; ...

Starlight

S tarting by looking into your eyes, T he world becomes warm slowly. A nd I'm going to fall into your arms. R ed wine in our last glass, L eading us to watch the night sky. " I love you," that's the only thing I want to say. G astly and shining like starlight. H ave you been there before? T o the place where the big bang brought us together.

Feminisme Harus Anarkis; Sebuah Etika Keadilan dan Kepedulian

“Anarchism, to me, means not only the denial of authority, not only a new economy, but a revision of the principles of morality. It means the development of the individual as well as the assertion of the individual. It means self-responsibility, and not leader worship.” - Voltairine de Cleyre Dalam tulisan sebelumnya , saya sudah mencoba mengkritisi tulisan Ben Laksana di Indoprogress mengenai Pendidikan Demokrasi Radikal yang juga sudah terbit menjadi sebuah buku. Sebagai sebuah prolog tulisan ini, saya akan sedikit mengulang garis besar perdebatan mengenai demokrasi. Dalam tulisan tersebut, saya mempertanyakan kembali konsep berpikir Ben yang menginginkan adanya pendidikan demokrasi radikal untuk menciptakan ruang belajar yang egaliter dan bisa menjadi solusi dalam melawan kapitalisme, patriarki, rasisme, neo-feodalisme, neo-kolonialisme, hierarki, paternalisme, dan istilah-istilah memusingkan lainnya. Bagi saya yang tidak suka berpikir rumit, demokrasi hanyalah sebuah omong kosong d...

Untuk Ibuk

Banyak ucapan selamat padamu hari ini,  tapi aku membenci 'tuk mendengarnya. Tanggal ini selalu mengingatkanku,  pada waktu yang tak tahu kapan kita akan berpisah. Pada akhirnya aku sering bilang padamu, "Jangan mati mendahului aku, Buk."