A cocoon of Tranquility
One of my acquaintance is leaving Bali today. She said that sometimes, and by sometimes she meant lately, she feels like a prisoner waiting for the board to approve her application to shorten her sentence. And today she finally earns the liberty she deserves. In this post, I have no intention to beautify her departure. For starter, I barely know her. It’s just the way she expresses her departure which kind of touchy.
She was putting both chaos and silence on her road to liberty. She partied. She contemplated. She learnt. She forgot. She forgave. She screamed. She kept things. She let go some. She was, (is still) growing. And I am so proud for her about that. She didn’t have to put aside her demons to keep living. She didn’t have to diminish her laughter to mourn over things. She did both. She embraced both. She was sunny hurricane. She was fragile iron. She was bold, and sheer, and extremely magnificent.
On her last days in Bali I had an impression of how things grew quiet. Not physically quiet, it’s nothing like that. She partied and being drunk anyway. But things and feelings just starting to settle down. The feeling of upcoming loss and departure. The feeling was there, blooming, unforgiving. And it’s like there’s this ringing silence on everything, making everything seemed surreal.
It gave the impression of post-trauma situation. Or the silence after storm was passing by. Or the moment after the damage was done. It was silence, but full of the unspoken things.
And now I pray for her. I pray to the universe, since we worship different Gods. I pray for her as she is ascending to the sky, in her flying vessel. I pray for both peace and silence to find their way to her. Permanently. Because I know she deserves all the goodness universe holds.