JENIS, FUNGSI DAN SENI BUDAYA INDONESIA

The only things I regret, 
and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do
In the end, that's what we mourn
The paths we didn't take
The people we didn't touch

It was only vanity 
and discouragement that sometimes made me feel alone with my endless love
but now that I was taking one of the risks my heart had urged upon me 
I could also feel I was not alone
If endless love was a dream
then it was a dream we all shared
even more than we all shared the dream of never dying or of traveling through time
and if anything set me apart
 it was not my impulses but my stubbornness
my willingness to take the dream past 
what had been agreed upon as the reasonable limits
to declare that this dream was not a feverish trick of the mind
but was an actuality at least as real as that other, thinner
more unhappy illusion we call normal life
After all, the intimations of endless love were the same now 
as they were thousands of years before
while normal life had changed a thousand times
and in a thousand different ways
Which then, was more real? 

to be continued.......