It was an interesting weekend! I went to the first live which was a great choice. No major traffic nor delays. Everything happens very smoothly. My brother looked after my nephew, a friend stepped in to take care of my niece. I went to the live with my sister-in-law.
It was a full house. Had so much fun! Although my father was about to have his operation on the following day, I still decided to go ahead. It gave me a break from those committed days with my father. We went to Hugh Jackman’s world tour 2019.
What touched me most during the show was the dedication to his origin. What do I mean by origin? The purpose of why he does what he does. The family, the country. Where he was born and raised. Where he found his dream and passion. It was how he shared his life. What touched me most was how he incorporated the culture of traditional owner of the land. This made me think am I proud of my origin?
For me, my origin is harder to determine. I was born in a country where my parents were born and raised. However, I spend least time of my life in this country. If my origin is where my parents were born, probably that’s where my origin is.
About 15 years ago, as I started to search for myself, I went back to the country where I was born. I didn’t have a great attraction to it. I liked their food though. With different living standards, it wasn’t up to my standard. I had trouble adapting to their culture. Well, it was easier to make a judgment than trying to accept it as what it is. I had my maternal grandparents there so I went back to visit them.
About 10 years ago, I started to have this feeling that I want to know about my origin. Part of it was to find myself. Other parts of me suddenly felt that I know minimal about this country. I don’t know where my ancestors come from. How they lived? Where did they lived? Back to that notion of why they did what they did.
I didn’t go too far with this search but I started to develop my interest towards historical buildings and life of people around that time. Sometime I feel that as if I lived through those times. Learning the history of my country of ‘origin’, I started to imagine myself as if… I was there. When I share my search for origin with others, like my aunties, they turned to me and said “I don’t even know our history myself. But, I am living well.” Well, they couldn’t understand why I needed to search for my origin. It never occurred to them to search for their origin.
Originality consists of returning to the origin.
Thus, originality means returning, through one’s resources, to the simplicity of the early solutions.Antonio Gaudi
I guess, I wanted to search for the origin to be proud of the country. One of my favourite question is to ask “What are the things of your country that make you proud of it?” Many people looked puzzled while others started a long list. I have found that those who had lived abroad tend to have this list rather than those who always lived in the same country.
Are you proud of your origin?
What are some of the things that make you proud of your origin?
How are they influencing your life?