Living and Loving as an Introvert

Nice note:)


good advice

*stands up*

*shuffles nervously*

*clears throat*

Hello. My name’s Ruth and I am an introvert.

Would you believe that it has taken me 31 years to say that?

Most of those years have been taken up with saying other things. No, I’m not anti-social. No, I’m not shy. No, it’s not that I hate people, or that I hate you, or that I’m a badly brought up Awkward Annie.

I’m just an introvert.

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Baduy Tribe ; The Strength that unites with Nature

Just a week  ago, for the second time I visited  Baduy  land. It is a village  located not far from  Rangkasbitung, Banten, West Java – Indonesia.  Baduy tribe splits in two, namely inner part and outer part of  Baduy.  The names itself represent how  these tribe   open up to the outside world.

      Outer (part) Baduy. The location is adjacent to Kampung Ciboleger (the closest entrance to the Baduy village Gajebo- outer Part of Baduy). The outer part of Baduy (let’s call Baduy luar), often interact with people from  surrounding communities outside Baduy. Even the majority have been using mobile phones as their communication tool. While the inner part of Baduy (let’s call Baduy Dalam) , is very exclusive, shut themselves  down and seldom have interaction with the outside world.

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     However, in spite of the above differences, what fundamentally similar between both that give unique characteristics of this tribe is the way they live. They strongly hold their customs  and traditions. They  only use wood and other natural resources for their home, they do not allow any electricity, and do not send their children to school. Any formal education outside is prohibited. 

My first visit was about six years ago. At that time, I was immediately impressed with the silence that I felt when I was down the walkway that connects  village to village. 

     Along the way….lined trees, plants and shrubs around the  fields.  Everywhere is green. The sky is blue and clear. The air is fresh and relaxing. The rustle of the wind in the dense foliage creates beautiful orchestra. The creaking crickets, the chirping birds and the crawling insects shout to each other accompanied by  ants swarming among the dry leaves that fall all over  the ground. Peaceful. That’s how I felt.

     Not much has changed in Baduy. And it would never change. Their houses  and Leuit (traditional paddy rice storages) is made of bamboo and the roof is from kirai leaves (similar to coconut tree leaves). The men are dressed in


black and wearing a blue headband – while the women dress in blue  batik sarong with the black top (Baduy Luar costume)). While  Baduy Dalam tribe are dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt or also called Jamang Sangsang. The women, not much different from women in Baduy Luar costume. When they are traveling, either to the field or to the market, they bring their stuff  with a long scarf (selendang) that tied to their body.

   Night life in Baduy both luar and dalam is a perfect silence and darkness. Although many residents of Baduy luar  use flashlight to do their evening errands, but the only light shares to the whole village is the light that illuminates from the moon. Baduy people are so accustomed to the dark. There are almost no  activities at night. They use the time to fully rest after exhausting working all day long in the fields. But sometimes, in the middle of the silence, we can hear some Baduy young men practicing the xylophone  (gambang kromong) –  Sundanese traditional musical instrument. They gather at Jaroh Daina’s home (the chief of the village). 

    The  uniqueness and  the peacefulness are what Baduy offer to its visitors. When the life in the outside world are hustle and bustle with football world cup fever, Baduy people embrace the night soundly within its darkness. When people outside  are busy meeting their never-ending wants and needs, Baduy people mingle in their house porches talking about  tidbits  or away in their fields where the crops always wait for the touch of his hands. 

      In those complete silence and darkness, Baduy is a symbol of strength. Strength to stick to the traditional values ​ that ​they believe within and  have been passed from generation to generation by their ancestors. A strength that reach out the visitors to its peaceful that unite with nature.

Jakarta – Indonesia

July 5, 2014