How much do you know yourself? If you are like me, having more than one ancestries and living in a diverse country, that might not be an easy question to tackle. Moreover, having seen how much the young generation in my country is so into everything West, chances are a lot of them not even care about Indonesia. I have to admit that at some points in the past, I was there too. I did not want to stay that way though. As I shared on this post about Home Sweet Home, one needs to know where s/he is from in order to know where s/he is going. So I started the journey of getting to know myself.
One simple step led to a lot of adventures!
First, in the real life. I have been joining an NGO with learning and preserving Indonesian cultures as the main purpose of the organization for over a year. So far, I have shared two stories of my journeys with the groups; about my other vice and a cultural “shock”. Most of the members are expats and they give a whole new meaning to learning about myself and my own country.
I never thought that I would be addicted to it!
What followed were some eye-openers experiences that changed the way I see things when I visit places in my own country by myself. It is like having a new point of view which I love so much!!! The never ending tales of the people I met and how they live their lives in ways that are so different with mine really taught me to be grateful and never underestimate anything that life brings me.
I hope I can keep on writing what I learn here.
Second, what I encountered on-line. I love exploring new pages on the net. So one day, I bumped into a group of people with the same interest as mine. It is an on-line group where Dutch-Indonesian people sharing stories of their lives on Facebook. Imagine reading blogs from people who came from far away lands and went to the places I’ve been around here?
It is the best way to walk down the memory lane to me.
I later found two more Facebook pages where not only people with Dutch ancestry but also Indo people in general share their life stories. The way people on these two pages connect with one another open another door for me. A door with a familiar sense of my own childhood. Don’t ask how many times I had to embrace myself after reading the stories shared there.
I found myself dwelling in the memories of one generation to another.
Having said all that, how much do I know myself then? Not that much, apparently, because there are still so many things to learn about my country and my past. I’m grateful for the chances to do so. Thus, I can pass what I managed to learn to the next generations. That life sometimes just happens and we don’t have to understand everything. What we need to do is to accept ourselves, life and everything in it.
Each of us only got one shot anyway.