Jogja taught me, taught us, that happiness is really simple and don't require that much money either. So here's my ode to Yogyakarta, the city I love and will continue to love, the city that has taught me how to survive and how to be grateful. Thank you for always allowing us who've resided there to come back and call it home.
I dedicated this first post in 2019 for my mother and for my extended family who've become my consistent reminder that I have lived a life of privilege - the privilege of health, education, etc. and therefore with this privilege, I should live my life to the service of others and for the benefit of others. The irony of privilege I think is the fact that the life that I live now and the path that I choose - to work not for the sole purpose of money and profit but something with missions that will help empowered others - is only possible because I have a safety net and that safety net is my mother. My mother always taught me that what good is life if you just live it for yourself and I'm guilty as charged for being a self-centered elitist who's trapped in the bubble of entitlement. This is one of my step towards a life worth living - to acknowledge my privilege and use my resources to do good for others.
"I learned that I don't have to be famous or changing the world to live a meaningful life – I won't be able to end all suffering in the world or end a humanitarian crisis and that's okay – as long as I never stop trying to give even just a little bit of meaning to someone's else's life by actually doing something instead of choosing to be apathetic and ignorant."