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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement mai 16, 2019
"GELAP"
Sang fajar telah menghilang, dan tibalah suasana dimana gelap datang menghampiri. Banyak orang beranggapan buruk pada sang gelap, bagaimana tidak? Gelap merupakan sesuatu yang amat sangat dibenci bagi sebagian orang yang tidak jelas apa penyebabnya. Tapi pernahkah kita sejenak merenung dan berfikir, tanpa gelap tidak akan adanya terang, tanpa gelap tidak akan bisa kita mengatakan putih. terkadang kita selalu beranggapan bahwa putih dan cerah lah yang terlihat paling sempurna, indah, dan sebagainya, tapi coba kita perhatikan dan kita mulai pelajari bukannya di gelap kita bisa melakukan sesuatu yang orang lain tidak tahu.
Terang tanpa ada gelap tidak bisa dikatakan sempurna. Karna itu coba janganlah menjadi penakut dan pemembenci pada sang gelap, karna gelap mengajarkan kita bagaimana menjadi pribadi yang istimewa, kenapa bisa begitu demikian? Bisa kita coba ambil suatu contoh dimana seorang yang berkulit putih tetapi ia memakai segala peralatan ataupun aksesoris yang bisa membuatnya bersih, cerah , terang, sedangkan gelap tidak perlu semua itu untuk menjadi istimewa.
Dan cobalah kita renungkan dibalik gelap sejenak, apakah sebegitu buruknya gelap, coba kita misalkan suatu memadamkan lampu disemua penjurunya, apakah itu terlihat buruk untuk mu? Apakah tidak pernah berfikir untuk kita melihat keatas sana, melihat langit yang penuh dengan gemerlapnya bintang-bintang yang menerangi gelap, dan mungkin sudahlah untuk kita beranggapan atau mendiskriminasi gelap, karena gelap itu istimewa
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