Marah Kepada Dunia (Tapi Tidak)

I’m serious. Truly. There’s no lie in these words. The world is far too full of the naive—people who fall for fake smiles and sweet words that mean nothing. I don’t know why, but lately, a good night’s sleep has been hard to come by. And yet, I feel like I’m in the right place, at the right time. As if the universe is whispering: if you want to get to where you dream of, then now is the moment to move.

I laugh—not from joy, but from something bitter. I watch faces in front of me smile kindly, say nice things, act as if everything in our world is fine. “I believe in you, I like you, you matter, you can do it.” Words like these now make me sick. Used too often. Too easily. Just another mask. Online or in real life, it’s the same. They say one thing and do the opposite. They won’t even bother with the simplest gestures. Let alone understand. Yet they always want to be understood. Girls love to scream about “effort-effort-effort.” Effort, my ass. Their husband works himself to exhaustion and still never hears a word of encouragement. Stakeholders praise your project—yet can’t even be bothered to take off their shoes at the door.

Naive. Pretending. As if the rest of us can’t see through them.

And the irony? They’re so flashy. “You only live once, bro!” Today they scream that while laughing with friends, tomorrow they cry, begging for money. Do they really think living once means they should only think about today—or maybe tomorrow at most? I don’t. I think long-term. I work for the future—so that someday, I’ll grow old beside the one I love. The one who looks me in the eye and says, “You’ve done well. Thank you for fighting so hard.”

They barely have money, but act like royalty. Claim they’re broke, but hang out every single day. Want money? Then work. Want to be rich? Learn to save. Stop buying things just to cover up your insecurity. That accessory you flaunt? Its only function is to hide how unsure you are of your worth. Pathetic.

Am I angry? Yes. But what can I do? At least I have fewer rivals. I get to enjoy life at a deeper rhythm. A longer pace.

What hurts more? Watching people waste money on nonsense while those around them are still struggling. But maybe they’re just numb. Or maybe they don’t care. In the end, they come back to me. As always—I’m the one they turn to.

Even in love, it’s laughable. Friends come to me pouring their hearts out: “she did this, he said that.” And I sit there wondering—have I lost my empathy? Or have I just become too blunt after all I’ve been through? Look, if I had someone to love, I’d give her everything. Not in gifts, but in effort. In loyalty. In truth. I’d give my best to the one who praises me honestly—because she sees how hard I try. Not like their partners, who say one thing to their face and do the opposite behind their back. Naive.

I admire your uncle and my aunt. When they became a couple, they made one promise: “Don’t ever let me hear it from someone else.” They’re happy. Their parenting is incredible. Not like most parents—who don’t even know how to love each other, let alone raise a child.

Career. Finances. Love. The path is always twisted. Filled with naive fools, leeches, and the ones who just take, take, take.

Let them waste their money. I don’t care. I buy books. I work from 9 to 4. I grind. Quietly. Patiently. Goodbye, naive world that only lives for fleeting happiness. Behind every joy, there’s a sacrifice. Sweet endings are always born from bitter beginnings. Or maybe not even a clear ending at all.

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