Every time Merdeka Day comes by, I am filled with envy.
Envy of the spirit that lies in the heart of the older generation, many of whom have strugggled when the Japanese, Communists and British held the ultimate power in Malaya.
One of my dad's favourite stories is how he was at the Square in Malacca with his dad, joining in thousands of others and Tunku Abdul Rahman who declared independence over the British. He was 14 at the time.
These days the spirit of Merdeka is almost non-existent. For many it is just another public holiday. There is no spirit, no excitement, not an inch of gratitude, especially among the younger generation. Not that you can blame them, sometimes. The negatives outweigh the positives.
Envy of the spirit that lies in the heart of the older generation, many of whom have strugggled when the Japanese, Communists and British held the ultimate power in Malaya.
One of my dad's favourite stories is how he was at the Square in Malacca with his dad, joining in thousands of others and Tunku Abdul Rahman who declared independence over the British. He was 14 at the time.
These days the spirit of Merdeka is almost non-existent. For many it is just another public holiday. There is no spirit, no excitement, not an inch of gratitude, especially among the younger generation. Not that you can blame them, sometimes. The negatives outweigh the positives.
On a grander scale, there is progress, there is development, but when it comes down to what matters most - what is in the heart, we seem to have gone backwards.
Every Merdeka I wish that there is a little bit more spirit in me and everyone of us, especially those who have the privilige of changing the country.
And I hope for a hearty, whole and happy Malaysia.