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To Love and To Want
To Love and To Want
I write today, still from the Peace Community of San Jos de Apartad, in a settlement called
La Resbalosa, where 11 years ago, the community witnessed a massacre of two families,
including children (their bodies were found decapitated by the river).
It taught me a lot about peace and justice, of fight and of resistance. But another lesson that I
must be careful not to forget: of love, and the many kinds of love you can share.
A friend of mine, Spencer wrote to me once: "There is 'I love you' and there is 'I want you'.
They are both there, before the advent of space and time. One is a drive, pushing outwards.
The other is a desire, pushing in."
A coincidence: Spencer and I had never met. We traveled separately and he stayed in a
community in Portugal while I settled in Colombia. We later found out that both our
communities are sister communities, and that the members of our communities are common
friends.
I love Colombia and I love the peace community I lived in. Many times, throughout my
journey, I had also met many people I loved (and still love).
It was a bitter pill for me to swallow when I realized that nobody expected me to stay, despite
the fact that I love them and they similarly claimed to love me.
It is a type of love so rare to me, after all how could you not want to be with someone you love?
(A confession: I admit, I desperately wanted them to ask me to stay).
But then it hit me, it is the same exact kind of love that the people I know from Tanah Air had
constantly showed me.
A love I see always in my mother's words (as she patiently waits for me to finally get a
smartphone so she could Whatsapp me!), my father's voice (he tires of the neighbour talking
about me and my latest random adventure, I am sure).
Never too many questions about when I'm returning home, but always the worry if I'm safe
(internet is scarce in the community), and of course, the well-intentioned "dah sembahyang ke
belum?" that we are all familiar with.
All in all, I am lucky enough to experience the type of love that sets me free. A type of love
that understands that love does not mean possession.
A love that does not want but just gives... and keeps on giving.
To be able to roam the world and do what I do is not a right (though I always insist it should
be), but a privilege.
This week, I am finally going home to Malaysia. It certainly feels surreal, especially
considering that Malaysia is approximately a 10-hour hike on a mule, one truck ride, two bus
rides and three flights away still.
There are certainly things I want from Malaysia: Desperately. Change. Tolerance. Justice. Rule
of Law.
But I learnt my lesson. I guess after all that I received and the privilege I had, I'll focus less on
what I want (for now).
Because for now, it's time to give back some love. February 23, 2016.
* This is the personal opinion of the writer, organisation or publication and does not necessarily
represent the views of The Malaysian Insider.
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