Over the past couple of weeks, there has been a restlessness
within me… Nothing overwhelming, mind you, but something which you feel
simmering in the background… It has been accompanied by flashes of memories and
people, mostly all good. And today it struck me suddenly – it is a feeling of
nostalgia… Nostalgia of some of the times that were, be it the carefree days of
school, spent with close friends or simply the time at home spent with my
sister and parents when we were young. Nostalgia about the people who are no
longer in life, be it strong friendships that were simply washed away by time
or people who were taken away by it… Nostalgia about the good memories created
in the past, and wishing those times would’ve lasted a little longer, or we
would have realised that they were lifetime memories while they were happening.
Today, it came to a full circle with a book that I finished
straight through 4-5 hours on my lazy Saturday at home. The book is called Somewhere
Inside, and is written by two sisters, Laura and Lisa Ling. It is a story of Laura’s
capture in North Korea during her attempt to make a documentary and Lisa’s
attempts to bring her back home, which she successfully did in a
five-month-long distressing period. Underlining the storyline throughout is the
strong bond of the sisters and the love that the family and her husband have
for Laura. The book is written in the voices of the two sisters, drawing you
into what they were going through in those five months. But what struck me most
was the hopeless oppression that is depicted in the background, which people take
in their stride as a way of life. (The fact that she was freed was no secret when
I started reading the book, and has received quite a bit of media coverage.)
At the end of the book, like I always do, I sat for a good
five minutes, to think about how finishing it made me feel, and what I took
away from it. And just like that, a feeling of deep thankfulness came over me. Thankfulness
that I was born in this country and not that one. Thankfulness that I come from
a loving family, which has not allowed anything but a stable, boring
upbringing, unlike the terror that surrounded the sisters’ growing years due to
their parents’ volatile relationship.
Thankfulness that I have always been
surrounded by love; from my parents, my sister (well, we felt like sworn enemies
while growing up, but now, we are all lovey-dovey :P), my close friends, and
even people with me right now at work. Above everything in my life, I am thankful
to the powers that be for giving me a life partner who loves / respects /
protects me, and makes life easy and happy. Getting a partner who makes you an
equal and bears with you for a lifetime is like winning a lottery, which I am
appreciating more with time, and am increasingly grateful for. (Maybe I am
going a bit coocku with age… But bearing me is no easy task as you know, so the
credit has to be given to him ;))
And for all the nostalgia that surrounds me, I am thankful
for all the experiences, memories and people that have enriched my life,
whether they are in it right now or not, whether in a good way or bad. (After
all, where would all the stories come from, if all of them were good? :P)
So here I am, at 1 am at night, sending out a thank you to the Gods that be. Thank you for making me born to these parents, in this country, with all the freedom, food, travel, people, experiences, friendships, health et al to enjoy. My life would have been radically different, had it begun with even one of these different.
And you should be thankful too. If you have food to eat and
a home to go to at the end of the day, you are already ahead of millions of
people all over the world (or so I am told). If you have loving relationships
around you, icing on the cake. Got memories, good and bad from the past? Add a
cherry to your cake. And if you have freedom – to choose, vote, breathe, walk,
travel, work, write, express, befriend, learn, dress, party, drink, eat, love –
you are the most privileged amongst all. If you have all of this and can’t
appreciate it, give me a call, and I can come punch you in the face… Maybe
something loose will click in place in your head so you can see clearly. Cause hey,
you could have been born in North Korea!