I
grew up feeling different to most people, even to my peers. Yes, I complain a
lot, all the time. Thought it was because of my perfectionism, as I wanted
everything to be perfect according to my standard, and yes my standard is high.
My closest friends always wish me the same thing on my birthday: gratitude. It
seems like everything in the world was always wrong for me, I am just this
ungrateful person that is in dire need to learn growing up in others’ shoes who
are not as privileged as I am.
And
yes, I do try my best to change, I still do, realizing how that attitude has
made my life so difficult, and made it very difficult to create a content,
happy feeling deep inside.
Although,
the more I think about it, I really want to ask if it was me who has a very
high standard or is it the rest of the people here have a very low standard
that they could compromise on many things.
I
have been to many hospitals ever since I was infected by Hepatitis A back in
July 2011. I was hospitalized for almost two weeks, and that was my first
experience being treated in a serious medication as I also suffered Dengue and
Typhoid. Last year, I had been to 3 otolaryngologists (expert for ear, nose and
throat) in one hospital due to my hearing impairment (yes, even when I caught
bad flu, I would be losing some ability to hear well). In the same year, I
injured my ligament that it was torn; I had my lymph nodes swollen, and so many
digestion problems.
And
so I have been to many, many hospitals and felt like I was being wronged by the
medical expertise and service providers. In one hospital, they would change the
doctor’s schedule just an hour before its original schedule. In the same
hospital, they could not confirm if the doctor will be on leave just 1,5 hours
before its original practice schedule. I needed to wait for 1 hour just to be
checked by a doctor despite getting the first queue. Oh, and in fact this
morning I waited 40 minutes to get my bills taken care of. I even got two
contrasting views for my torn ligament. I just couldn’t believe how other
patients could bear with such treatment. It was just unbelievable!
I
mean, seriously, people do have jobs, and they can’t just leave the job to
afford 1,5 hours waiting time, or to be left with such uncertainty given the
tight schedule at work. Or what about people living so far away and they got
one-way ticket to go to the hospital because that’s all they have that day?
What if they have gone to the hospital only to find out that the doctor is not
coming?
The
more I travel to developed countries, like what I just did to Australia, I
simply could not understand why our country could not perform the way they did.
We impose such big taxes for our houses, incomes, everything, basically. But
how do they end up with great public transportation and we don’t? And how do
you expect me not to complain for such low standard that we posses? Aren’t we
supposed to be better than that?
I
really, really feel uneasy about these stuff and people tell me to shut up and
think positive, which I did. I mean, I am grateful to be able to afford the
medical treatment, although I feel so sorry for those who have less money and I
believe they are treated worse.
Not
so sure how I got all these burning emotion, but I am deeply mad about the way
we perform things here. And I haven’t really mentioned how it is in the
workforce: people do things just because. They don’t really put any heart,
thoughts into many things. As a result, you’ll be devastated looking at the
quality of work.
However,
when I met Meilani today, just like what I always got whenever I met her, I
became embarrassed of how I failed to be able to see things positively the way
I should. She is very close to God, she prays for every single thing and she
embraces challenges depending on Him. It
made a difference, I can tell you.
From
all her stories, you know she is blessed, not because of the wealth she
generated from her hard work, but for the smile she puts on her face all the
time –even when things are so tough, she would remember what she prayed for and
she knew it was God’s way of helping her. So she felt God’s grace every time
she asked. Every time. In many different ways. She would boost you with so much
positive energy.
It
is funny how she mentioned praying for a more mature self, and how she was
reminded when she faced one issue at work and was about to burst, that it was
God’s way of making her to become more emotionally stable. It is funny how she
would pray to God to help her in a silly situation and God answered her
directly at the same time.
She
saw a challenge as an opportunity. That is what is meant by positivity. And as
much as I tried to become positive, I felt ashamed for my failure because I got
tempted all the time and most of the time I fell into that temptation: getting
so angry for so many things that did not turn out the way I wanted.
It
shall not be another unfulfilled promise. 2016 is the year to be better. It
gotta start somewhere, right? And I feel blessed for being able to get such
great role model as a start.
