The Call

The perfect world is the imperfect one. No prosperous society exists without the chain of episodes of darkness, alienation, ignorance, repression, exploitation, poverty, the struggle of humanity and environmental survival. If there really is one, it's a matter of perfect timing for the turning points to happen. Whoever pulls the trigger is honored or cursed as the instrument of change.

The mysterious wheel of life moves not only forwards and backwards, but it spins as well, sometimes warp unpredictably. Where one stands at that time of peace or upheavals, the way a person sees things and how he or she reads and interprets the signs of time, responds and acts to confusing situations, will determine one’s position in history, written or not.

Time’s moving restlessly, in a pace that is sometimes a lot faster than expected. We’ll surely be dust in the wind in no time. The question is what we can do more in life before becoming just another one. For Indonesians, who voluntarily or involuntarily live overseas or within our homeland, I invite you all to sit and join me in the reminiscence of Indonesia Pusaka.

The past is history, whilst the future is unknown, but today is a gift, the present. In the spirit of the commemoration of our Independence Day, I call you to consider doing something more instrumental within your reach and capacity for your love to the motherland. The choice is between just be another dust in the wind or be something a little nobler than that…


I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Flash before my eyes of curiosity

Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Now
Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
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