A Little Story About Swanjaya
At certain moments, when something gonna stop me to make a decision, when I feel so lonely, and when I’m get in trouble, he was always there for me, and make me feel brave. He’s always looked before me when I do something wrong, and he’s always been a good friend as self-introspection.
Just like this afternoon when I was on the way to the campus, in the street I saw a several young kid riding their big motorbike fully with arrogant in my way, so it feels like to take the challenge on the streets, and kick their ass, but once again he comes in my mind, and it all stop selfishness.
He is Swanjaya, another figure of me, perhaps when I was a baby, my parents gave me the name Komang Prasetya Swanjaya, but when they first meet a magician, someone who says that if I was given that name I would sickly when I grow up, they changed it.
Eventually they changed my name to be Komang Prasetyawan. And I use that name until now, believe it or not, until now I feel that I was not alone, there are someone else who are entitled too about this body, he is Swanjaya, a figure that now I paint with patience, wisdom and maturity.
He is a good friend and very caring to me, I respect him as a close friend, very close, deep inside my heart, who’s understand what we just fill in our minds, and I believe he will not leave me until the day I died later ..