"Membuat Boneka Salju di Atas Tungku"

Life sometimes feels like playing at the edge of a cliff. We know the risks, yet curiosity pulls us closer, just to see what lies at the end.  Now, I’m caught in such a game, “building a snowman on a furnace”. From the start, I know the snow will melt, vanishing in the inevitable heat. Still, for some reason, my hands keep shaping it, savoring every moment before it’s gone.

This game isn’t about winning or losing. It’s about dancing on a tightrope, testing how far I can go without falling. The world offers a stage full of metaphors: ambiguous smiles, words left hanging, and moments that seem to promise something but never quite clarify. I choose to play, not because I’m blind, but because I want to understand. To grasp how the heart can be drawn to something fragile, how the mind can be curious about something clearly fleeting.

This snowman is beautiful, at least for a moment. Each layer I shape feels like an adventure, like piecing together a puzzle I know will never be complete. But the furnace is real, always there, radiating heat that reminds me: this is no place for snow. That heat is reality, unspoken boundaries, promises already made to others, or time that’s never on my side. Yet I keep building, not to keep the snowman, but to learn from the process.

There’s a strange feeling in this game. A mix of courage and doubt, laughter and reflection. I’m like a traveler who knows the path leads nowhere but walks on to see the view at the end. I’m not chasing a happy ending, nor am I seeking defeat. I just want to know: how long can I enjoy this dance before the music stops? How much can I learn about myself, about others, about the way the world spins?

It’s not a story of chasing illusions. It’s a declaration that I’m playing, with my eyes wide open. I know the snow will melt, and I’m okay with that. Because in every layer that dissolves, I find a small piece of truth, about the heart, about boundaries, about the courage to keep moving despite knowing the outcome. The world is full of games, and I’ve chosen to join this round, not to win, but to understand.

So let me build this snowman, even if just for a moment. Let me dance on the tightrope, even if only until the music fades. Because in the end, it’s not about whether the snow lasts. It’s about what I learn while my hands are still cold from the snow, and my heart is still warm from the game.