IMO view: Who are we, really?
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One lazy Saturday night we left the house just after 8 p.m. to walk to the supermarket, hoping to find a good meal on our way home, such as tongseng (lamb soup).
There was a little kitten playing with a ball of tissue on the floor. When I picked her up, surprisingly, she didn’t bite or scratch, but played with my fingers instead.
So we took her home. Finally, we had a companion in our lives. Her name is Oseng because we met her in a warung (food stall) tongseng.
I posted on Twitter that we had welcomed a new family member and I was praised for what I did, but I really didn’t see it that way.
Oseng was in a pretty good shape. She had shelter and food in that warung, and the people didn’t seem to mind her playing around.
The act of saving was not our intention, really. It was simply openness for another being, in this case a cat, to have a better life with us. As a matter of fact, now it is us who are getting the better lives.
We did not save Oseng from anything. Who are we really?
Oseng is a perfect being, with the full capability of running on her basic instincts. We humans, sometimes so damn proud of ourselves, forget to how to live. Who are we really?
I am thankful for Oseng because she reminds me not to be human; proud and ignorant.
She didn’t need saving, but we did.