Memahami Remaja

Setelah challenge buku yang saya ikuti di bulan April, saya seperti kehabisan koleksi buku untuk dibagikan di blog. Selain karena waktu luang lebih sering dihabiskan menonton film atau drama (sungguh menyedihkan), ternyata tidak banyak buku yang berlabuh di hati saya. Ups, ternyata saya melupakan satu buku non fiksi terbaik yang sering saya gunakan untuk memahami murid-murid saya.

Buku ini berjudul Understanding and Mentoring the Hurt Teenagers: When Unconditional Love is not Enough yang ditulis oleh Diana-Lea Baranovich, seorang psikolog yang berkecimpung di dunia filantropis. Buku ini ditulis dari pengalaman beliau di lapangan dan merupakan jilid kedua dari buku pertama beliau yang berfokus pada anak.

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Be Good Anyway

As a middle children, I tend to compare my self to other, a lot. Whether in the term of academic achievement, good attitude toward parent and teacher, or something as trivial as making a bed in the morning or taking a bath. That kind of attitude always tiring me over nothing. Moreover, overthinking sometimes kill me more.

In that phase, we always try to find consolation by writing, reading, and watching some human movies or dramas. These three Korean dramas become comforter for my self from my pathetic composure.

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Comforting Feeling

How often you pay more attention and listen carefully to the lyrics of the song and meaning within it?

All of cultural products deliver some meanings with them. Whether bad or good impact, cultural products bring it’s meaning within. So does music and song.

I and my friends had intriguing discussion about song and singer. Some singers got effected by their song’s messages. Songs which contain affairs and bad romantic relationship affect the singers to have a failure romantic relationship. Maybe song is reflection of it’s singer.

You did well today!
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Invisible Cage

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sing
— Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.


Instead of being caged by society or rules, we are often being caged by our own perception. Could we break free from our fear of this invisible cage?

Let me close this beautiful poem with my favorite line in my favorite movie.

I fear neither death nor pain. A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.

Eowyn, Lord of the Rings