The Outsider

My journey has brought me to another abode, a place of lush greenery and the cohort is mostly indigenous people of various cultures fitting into a common socio-cultural identity. Their lifestyle choices are limited to the economic opportunities bestowed upon them. The surviving class is the lesser educated performing menial jobs that yield little disposable income which does not go beyond the basic necessities. A lot of time is spent in transportation because timeliness is not a pride to behold by the service providers. The public should wait endlessly and helplessly at the mercy of the disorganized and dysfunctional transport company that has no social responsibility and respect for the people.

I am the outsider feeling for this surviving class. I experienced the lackadaisical transportation system and the indifferent attitude of the commuters. They have been immunized by the socio-cultural conditions and have accepted the low level of living i.e. wasting time is a norm. Little is done to empower the surviving class. It has limited education and thus no avenue to prosper inspirationally, let alone financially. Its economic life is a constant line of survival. It is the underdog that does not have any chance to redeem a better quality life that should be deservedly theirs.

As an outsider living in  their community, I feel the hollow deprivation and despondent stemming from lack of economic choices. Much has been taken for granted by us in the developed world. Good irrigation and sewage system, clean streets, pristine rivers, life conveniences emanate from a well developed infrastructure and a service oriented society. I feel the inconveniences and immense injustices of why should they be succumbed to such a standard of living. Like the community I have to live with it. It is temporal. This perception fuels my desire to develop myself to the fullest because I have economic choices. Unlike the community, the people are constrained and discontentedly content. Not going with the flow will be contentious. This is poverty to me because human capabilities remain undeveloped and left to wither in the wilderness. The flame of the human spirit is subdued in the landscape.