Sometimes I think that I should be born during the Victorian Era or the Baby Boomer Time… I totally relate to the slow kind of living, the courtship, the fashion style, and the family atmosphere during those ages.
I’ve always had a deep interest in the olden age, in history, and in reminiscing groundbreaking memories. I have this eccentric sense of life whenever I am in a museum or whenever I set foot on the ground of a historic district. I feel like I’ve gone through a time machine: the world spins as I stand firm on the ground, and all of a sudden I can see Soekarno and Hatta writing Naskah Proklamasi, the seven generals of Indonesia found dead inside Lubang Buaya, George Washington and his troops making huts in the middle of a heavy snowstorm in Valley Forge, Ben Franklin going inside his post office, or simply my Grandpa chilling with his siblings in Pradjogohartono’s pendopo.
History gives us identity, who we are, why we are here, and what we are to do for today and tomorrow.
My imagination is unleashed whenever I read biographies and journals about the great people of the past. Scratch that, no need for great people, the Diary of Anne Frank can take us to a journey of a female adolescent’s awakenings toward herself and her surroundings during the Holocaust. She can make you crawl up underneath your blanket, squealing, because you just wish that she and her family will not get caught by the Nazis!
She was one of the many reasons why I always keep a journal with me. I imagine myself if all of a sudden there’s a great terror for all Indonesians. Every single Indonesian is dead, and every single information about Indonesia has been destroyed. What is Indonesia? Who are Indonesians? How will people know there was once an Indonesia? Or let’s change the situation around… Let’s imagine an amazing, supernatural, most impossible event have taken place. Was it real or was it just fantasy? And suddenly, on a fine day in the year of 2730, in the month of April, an archaeologist found a buried stainless-steel box filled with journals, photos, pages after pages of an ordinary person’s daily life, records of the past, mysteries that are yet to be discovered, and proving the right from wrong!
Okay. I’m gonna hold my horses! I get so excited I can move on from one topic to another without thinking about guiding you through it! Lol.
One day, when I die, at least, I will want my great-grandchildren feel, taste, see, and hear what I felt, tasted, saw, and heard by reading my journals. I want them to know the wonderful people I’ve met, the simple, small things that make life so great, and finally get to know me as a whole, who their great-grandmother is, her many failures and ventures; all this for them to learn and appreciate what they have, mold their thoughts, and create another vintage, meaningful legacy of their own to their great-grandchildren.
10 people I want to meet if there will ever be a time machine:
1. Eyang & Eyang Putri (they have to be counted as one, no matter what :p)
2. Abe Lincoln
3. Audrey Hepburn
4. Martin Luther
5. Isaac Newton
10. Myself when I was 15 years old.
I’m pretty sure 4 or 5 of them will change if I were given the same question again, but some of them I’m absolutely sure I want to meet them. And there are deep reasons behind it indeed…..indeed.