As I walked past a warung, my attention turned to the delicious smell of the noodles.
But that’s not what I want to write today.
Indomie reminds me of how attached I am to anything instant.
We all live in this quick, quick, quick world.
Hungry? Turn to your phone
Need ride? Your phone
ATM? Your phone
Groceries shopping? Your phone
Even need to consult a doctor? Your phone.
We’re so used to our phones where we always get anything in less and less time.
No more waiting.
The quicker the better.
Living in the instant gratification era, we are disinterested in the incremental ripening by which we become who we are. We aren’t interested in the innumerable tiny choices, the imperceptibly small steps by which we pave the path to our own destiny.
We know for facts that a newborn cannot just walk and talk. They need to grow into a toddler, a kid, a teen, then an adult.
It takes time, yet we crave stories of overnight success and spontaneous self-actualization.
In reality, we are each a continuous becoming, day by day.
Indomie goreng telor, anyone?
~ Peace out, beautiful human ~