2am, Kuala
Lumpur airport at Starbucks, I feel annoyed by the person who came and sat on
my table without even asking. Thin and fair complexion, small tufted beard,
small eyes and loose clothes and with annoying smile he asked me “Do you mind
if I can use your laptop?” I was half sleeping, yawning and bit confused now…and
then two hour conversion started.
Working in Malaysia as a supervisor of worker in a construction company
for two years now, and he wants to go to Belgium to find his love of live. He
is alone for past 3 years and he lives on streets mostly and has a pet street
dog which he is going to miss for some months now. He had an illegal entry in
KL and things have not been totally fixed yet. He has a police complains
registered against him for indulgence in fight. He has never been to Europe or
any other countries elsewhere SE Asia. In short he was in all kinds of mess
that I would say enough to give a reason for people to feel unhappy and painful
about.
“Pain is
important, it makes me feel human.” he said. My mama and dad died in a bus
accident. Yes, sometimes I miss them and feel alone, but not lonely. They give
me strength to live more. I find no bigger reason to live every day without
regrets and without complain. It makes me live more lives every day without
worrying what will happen. If live is all about uncertain, which you would
agree, why not to make it uncertainly happy.
I was much
sad about his situation that he was. Indeed ironical. He explained me about his
daily activities. He hates his Job because most of the time he has to sit and
watch others work. For him, unimportant things were most important. He likes
talking to people, helping the old lady at grocery shop nearby, making graffiti
around abandoned walls and his pet dog. “These are some of my very important
work, which people think unimportant. I grow with them and feel a rhythm in
them.” I was listening. “Most important things in life are those which we
consider not-important. It’s like breathing, we don’t care, but it’s vital. We
care for office meetings but we fail to meet with our security guards outside;
we care for salary but fail in some helping donation. We fail to understand
that they are collateral.”
And why are
you going to Belgium? “It is about only girl I loved. We were in Philippines
and her father was working in the same office with my dad. They moved to
Belgium a month before the accident. Though it took me three years to save
enough but I am certain of my motives. I’ll meet her and together go to Paris.”
he said. What if you could not find her? “I’ll try my best. Even if I couldn’t
I’ll have a better travelling experience, chance to explore new places and I’ll
have proud feeling that I always tried. Life gives you alternatives but no
less.”
I was
speechless. That was the first and last time I ever met him. I don’t know if he
could meet his love of live. I don’t even remember his name but for me, he
remained un-important person who can have some most wonderful experiences.
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