Last week I finished a book that didn’t disappoint, Kalamata by Ni Made Purnama Sari. On reading it, I’ve found that we are quite similar, she and I, especially on how we feel and see the world to be revolving around ourselves. I guess she might be another INFP, looking at how much she likes to peer into her microcosm (even though I don’t care for MBTI anymore, these days.) Despite the annoyance at the resemblance, I found a question she herself might really ponder, slipped within the book, that I am paraphrasing here: “How come a person who has everything in the world and can get everything easily, as she was born into a financially fortunate family, thinks she’s suffering so much just because she’s sweating little things that shouldn’t even bother her?”
By that one paragraph, I was aroused and triggered.
I, for one, had also been lucky enough to be born into a family that is fairly happy and well off financially. I thank God everyday that both my parents are alive and well, that we have what we need and can sometimes afford some things we want, that we aren’t a broken family, and that we love and stand by each other. I am lucky that my brother and I are the best of friends, and that my mom and I are getting along more by the days after some long cruel years being irritated by one another, and that my father and I are opening up more as we grow up and old. I realize that not everyone has that. Some people live in a constant drama, not in a way that it is made up, but in a way that it is the reality of their lives. I am grateful that my nuclear family doesn’t get sucked into other people’s dramas, even though there have been countless times that people tried. So, yes, by that standard, you might think I am living comfortably and without troubles that can turn my world into rubbles.
Well, that’s how people can be wrong.
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