Got asked a few times this past week – on the reason that I came back to Malaysia. Each time, I told them the truth – that I came back because I love Malaysia and that is the honest truth (emphasis added).
I don’t know why but it seems odd to me that others have to ask me this question because the implication is that, I should not be back here doing what I am doing and that most people probably think that I am making a mistake.
All is fair in love and war.
Personally, I don’t think that there is anything right nor wrong about coming back to Malaysia. It’s just a choice to be made by most Malaysians, particularly those whom were educated overseas. One just has to make a choice and live with it without regret.
In my case, I truly came back because of my love for the nation. It’s not because of family and certainly not because of friends. Food might have played a small role in tipping things in favour of coming home but it certainly wasn’t the determining factor. As my blog header says – I’m a romantic.
Home is where the heart is.
We cannot all leave. Some people have to come back to put things in order and fight the good fight. Otherwise, this country is going to the dogs and things will just get worse. I am glad that I am not the only Malaysian who feels this way and that there are many others who have returned home for various reasons to help put things in order.
I try my best to convince my friends on the virtues of coming home. Sometimes, I know that I am merely talking to the wall but I persist anyway because I know that it is important that someone highlight to them the importance of fighting for that which they believe in. Otherwise, they will die for nothing.
Life is unfair.
If we think that we are treated unfairly, fight to change the system and make it more fair, one step at a time. If we think that things are just too corrupt, work towards cleaning up the system, one sen at a time. We Malaysians must always do our best to improve the nation – one revision at a time.
Fight or flight.
When faced with a problem, one can either fight or fly. I have always been a fighter throughout my life, and I am too stupid to know when to give up. I know that most people will choose the path of least resistance but the rebel in me always liked a good challenge.
So, while I missed writing about this on Malaysia Day, I think that I should put this straight – I love Malaysia – not the country, but the nation.
PS: I must apologise for this slightly emo blog because it’s late and I’m chronically sleep deprived.