Several years ago, I read a love story about a young gardener and the orphan girl he loved. The gardener tended a rose garden and took his lover to see the roses bloomed in Summer.
"How lovely!" said the girl, entirely astounded by the beauty of the roses.
"Yes, but soon they will all wither at the coming of Autumn," replied the young gardener.
The girl became sad at hearing this. But the gardener smiled. He picked a white rose and gave it to the girl.
"You see? This rose I give you is lovely beyond compare, but in a matter of hours it will wither and be gone," he said. "But the scent you smell this moment, and the beauty of it will remain forever in your memory. It is blooming in your heart now, and it will bloom forever in your mind."
I keep those lines forever in my memory. It's something worth cherishing.
The story is, of course, a metaphor. It talks about life and death. It speaks about losing the ones you love, and resurrecting them as everlasting memories in your mind.
Though our loved ones may pass away, the loving memory of them will remain forever in our hearts. It is through death that we come to eternity.
These days our nation had lost one of the greatest poets in the history of Indonesia. He may have passed away, but his works, his poetry, his spirit and the memory of him live on.
Farewell, W.S. Rendra! Your spirit will always live on in the hearts of our people...
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