A Dream that I have…

Barusan gw nonton tv, ada berita tentang perayaan imlek di beberapa daerah. Seperti biasanya, terdapat tradisi bagi-bagi angpao yang dilakukan. Agak mirip dengan tradisi masyarakat muslim saat hari raya Lebaran, dimana sunah untuk memperbanyak sedekah.

Yah, jadi beritanya tentang antrian masyarakat miskin di depan rumah seorang berada yang biasanya tiap tahun melakukan tradisi bagi-bagi angpao. Rame sekali antriannya, yang sebagian besar adalah ibu-ibu tua-muda beserta anak2 mereka. Ada 1 ibu yang diwawancara.. katanya “sudah antre dari jam 8 pagi..buat dapet duit.. ini belum dapet-dapet.. “

Sedih gw liatnya.. kenapa masyarakat Indonesia itu senang sekali meminta-minta? apa benar artikel yang gw baca..bawa masyarakat pribumi itu mental pengemis? Awalnya marah sekali baca artikel itu..tapi mau ga mau gw mulai bertanya-tanya, setelah banyak bukti yg gw liat di media. Kejadian ini bukan hanya sekali loh. Ada banyak kejadian lain..saat lebaran, saat hari raya kurban, saat imlek..

Mereka tahan untuk antre dari pagi sampai malam, di tengah terik matahari, panas, hujan..Cuma demi meminta-minta. Di Jakarta, setiap lampu merah atau daerah keramaian terjadi pemandangan yang sama. Sekeluarga, Ibu dan anak2nya meminta-minta. Sedangkan kalau diminta untuk kerja, banyak yang ogah karena malas. Mereka lebih tahan duduk di pinggir jalan raya, di tengah-tengah panas terik, doing nothing else than putting up their hands and beg for money.

I know that maybe I don’t have any rights to talk about this. I never been in their shoes.. even though my family isn’t wealthy, but I always have a secured life.. A roof over my head, good food, good clothes, good education.. I never starved, never worry about what to eat, never have a doubt about will I ever get to continue school. In short, I can’t speak for their behalf. But I do grew up with a value to not ever beg. To earn your living. To be independent. Maybe that’s what security and education did to me. Those people may not have the privileged to learn what I’ve learned. I don’t know.

But what about Bangladesh? I’ve learn about M.Yunus and what he’d done. Those people he helped were also very poor.. But they have values. They work their way through poverty. They set up small business, they were ashamed to be in debt. Most Indonesian, from what I’ve seen in the media and on the street, hoped to beg their way out of poverty. Always blaming the government and screaming for attention. Well, it ain’t gonna happen that way. We got no one but ourselves to blame. No one but ourselves to depend on.

Still, like any circumstances, besides will and commitment, to succeed, we need that big break. Like what Moh Yunus done in Bangladesh, giving loan for poor people to start their own business. Those people need a chance to work their way out. A party to facilitate their effort. I wanted to do that..to help, somehow. To be like M.Yunus. But I still haven’t figured out how. I don’t want to be the person who only talk big without actually walk the talk. But I’m scared that that is all I’m going to be, cause I’m still clueless. I know I want to help.. I know I will help eventually..but is that enough? Cause ideas are only ideas.. without proper implementation, it wouldn’t help anybody..

Do anybody out there have similar thoughts.. If so, I’d love some comments on this..

Thanks for reading though..

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