A life that you can't afford.
I was at KLCC today. Taking out some money for the electric bill, phone bill , lemang and my own expenditure. As I was paying for all these stuff, I looked back at my little black notebook (aka Bill updates and hutangs) and I realized one thing- how in the hell can I afford all this? It bothers me so much that I’m paying a lot. And yet I should be happy that I have a lot of money. But no, instead I feel worse. Even worse, I feel stressed and pressured. “The mo’ money I gets, the mo’ problems I gets” as to put it how P.Diddy does. The thing is, when I was a kid, all these bullshits were not necessary. It didn’t exist in my life. Yet that is beside the point, because at one point in time you have to start thinking about your future and where you are heading.
Yet once again, I digress. So I looked back at my black book and I wondered that I would’ve been fucked if I didn’t have a job. Cuz the shit that I need to pay is exorbitant. Which is why I’m kinda thankful to have a job with good salary. But to be honest, that was not my goal when I joined advertising. Honestly, I wanted to come up with the most ground-breaking ad campaign ever and a Petronas TVC. I only managed to do the latter. Still waiting on the former…
Hmm, I kinda lost the purpose of writing this article. Oh wait. I remember! Yes, I do complain about the money and the shit that I have to pay. But something happened when I was walking from D.K LRT to my Grandma’s place.
I was still thinking, calculating my money and the upcoming bills. And how I can save for a car, house and wedding. Then I noticed this old man. He’s a hobo and a very familiar one around Datok Keramat. He hangs out at Datok Keramat secondary school, outside. And I think he’s malay. I’ve seen him for the past three years and no one, not even his family members have helped him off the street. I hope he has a family. Raya is just around the corner and he is still wearing his raggedy shirt and pants. Hairs unkempt and he smelled bad. Save from the sweat from his body, which I assume is how he cleans himself. Then he wipes his body with an old, overused cloth.
I opened my wallet and took out 8 ringgit, which was pretty sad, and I walked towards him. He looked surprised but I smiled as I left him with the money. And suddenly I realized my situation is not that bad. It is just sad that I have to see these people to remind myself. But Allah has a better plan for people like him. Or maybe Allah is trying to tell me something.
What would a Good Muslim do?
For now, I don’t know and I shamelessly admit that I’m scared of coming near them. I can’t give them a shower or a home. I just wish there is something that I can do.
I hope Allah will show me what it is. Or the brain that He gives me comes up with a solution.
Yet for now, surely the lifestyle that I can’t afford is a life better than this poor old man.
Think about it.
Yet once again, I digress. So I looked back at my black book and I wondered that I would’ve been fucked if I didn’t have a job. Cuz the shit that I need to pay is exorbitant. Which is why I’m kinda thankful to have a job with good salary. But to be honest, that was not my goal when I joined advertising. Honestly, I wanted to come up with the most ground-breaking ad campaign ever and a Petronas TVC. I only managed to do the latter. Still waiting on the former…
Hmm, I kinda lost the purpose of writing this article. Oh wait. I remember! Yes, I do complain about the money and the shit that I have to pay. But something happened when I was walking from D.K LRT to my Grandma’s place.
I was still thinking, calculating my money and the upcoming bills. And how I can save for a car, house and wedding. Then I noticed this old man. He’s a hobo and a very familiar one around Datok Keramat. He hangs out at Datok Keramat secondary school, outside. And I think he’s malay. I’ve seen him for the past three years and no one, not even his family members have helped him off the street. I hope he has a family. Raya is just around the corner and he is still wearing his raggedy shirt and pants. Hairs unkempt and he smelled bad. Save from the sweat from his body, which I assume is how he cleans himself. Then he wipes his body with an old, overused cloth.
I opened my wallet and took out 8 ringgit, which was pretty sad, and I walked towards him. He looked surprised but I smiled as I left him with the money. And suddenly I realized my situation is not that bad. It is just sad that I have to see these people to remind myself. But Allah has a better plan for people like him. Or maybe Allah is trying to tell me something.
What would a Good Muslim do?
For now, I don’t know and I shamelessly admit that I’m scared of coming near them. I can’t give them a shower or a home. I just wish there is something that I can do.
I hope Allah will show me what it is. Or the brain that He gives me comes up with a solution.
Yet for now, surely the lifestyle that I can’t afford is a life better than this poor old man.
Think about it.
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