Me & My Fruitful Day

This is a story about what happened in my life on April 10, 2014. Di hari itu, hari Kamis tanggal 10, saya pagi-pagi sudah mandi dan bersiap untuk berangkat ke Dispora Bandar Lampung untuk mengikuti proses seleksi salah satu program yang diadakan oleh Kemenpora. I’m not gonna tell you deeper about what the program is about, I’m just gonna write my experience during that selection program. It’s gonna be a super long post, so don’t say I didn’t warn you from the beginning J

Awal mulanya, sebelum tanggal 10, saya sudah daftar untuk mengikuti  program ini dan melengkapi semua persyaratan berkas yang diminta, dari mulai formulir, essay, sampai SKCK  (perjuangan juga lho ternyata bikin SKCK; kantor kelurahan – rumah Pak RT – kantor kelurahan lagi – baru ke kantor polisi). Setelah lengkap semua berkasnya, saya berangkat ke Dispora dan mendaftar pada tanggal 7. Saat menyerahkan berkas,  saya ada di urutan ke 36 dan itu sudah hari terakhir. Waktu itu yang langsung kepikiran di otak saya, ‘wah berarti saingannya ga banyak-banyak banget nih, alhamdulillaah’.

Sehari kemudian (08/04), pengumuman peserta yang lolos seleksi berkas diumumkan. Saya sih ga merasa dag-dig-dug di tahap ini, karena toh yang diseleksi hanya berkasnya dan saya merasa berkas saya sudah lengkap. Ternyata benar, nama saya ada di list yang lolos ke tahap selanjutnya (beserta nama sebagian besar peserta lainnya yang berkasnya juga lengkap *yaiyalah*). Karena nama saya Annisa dan ada diurutan atas karena disusun berdasar abjad, saya ga liat-liat lagi nama-nama peserta lainnya yang ada di bawah-bawah saya. Saya sibuk latihan main cetik (alat musik tradisional Lampung) dan bingung mau pake baju apa waktu tes tertulis dan wawancara di tanggal 10.

Reflection

I’m kinda tired of people questions about my life lately. People really should learn how to ask more appropriate question and stop bothering others business. Cynical questions like “Graduate already? Ah, just staying at home now?” or “Ah, so you haven’t got job? Just be patient, you will get it soon”. (OK, actually the second questions would be such a sweet and caring question IF it’s said by people who really care about us, here I’m talking about 180 degree different person, they just pretend as if they care while they actually don’t). C’mon dude, working in a big company isn’t the only way to earn money, and hey it’s rude.

I am cool as a cucumber and I love living my life like this at the moment, so why bother? Of course sometimes I worry about my future, but hey, who don’t? What we see ain’t what it really seems. You cannot say that others are just lying in bed and doing nothing for their life, just because they aren’t going to the office from Monday to Friday (or even Saturday, uh oh) like you do. It’s unacceptable to look others down and think they are suffering in life, just because they don’t wear office attire and hang out at pricey café like you do. Some of them may even earn more money than you do, but oops, that’s not my point. What I’m trying to say is that we have to stop measuring people’s success by money, because money is not the only measure of success in life. There are things that matters more than money. For instance, happiness and satisfaction. So, instead of asking “where do you work now? Does it pay you well?” and blah blah blah, you can try to ask more reasonable questions such as “Are you happy?” “Do you love your job?” “Do you enjoy what you are doing?”

And oh, do you know? We actually don’t need to measure anyone’s success before we measure ours, so try to reflect and ask those questions to yourself first before wondering about somebody’s life. AM I happy? DO I enjoy my job? DO I enjoy what I am doing?

We never even lick others' Popsicle of journey, so we barely know how it taste. Since everyone has their own Popsicle, you better enjoy yours and stop bothering. Ciao.