Testimony 23/01/06: On Indonesian Roads
More often than not, I become frustrated on the road. I honk my way to the office to let people know that I’m passing by (otherwise they would just cut my lane!). Whenever I see my side mirror and realise someone is trying to overtake, I would step on my accelerator instead. My heart beats faster every time I drive. And I don’t like it. I start cursing out of annoyance, breaking and accelerating more often.
I wish people would drive just like people drive in Melbourne. Oh yes. I wish! And I tried to change everyone. Honking even more. Staring and looking straight into their eyes. No wonder I become tired… and frustrated.
In real life, a lot of people elbow each other to get their own way too. Sometimes they let out words that are not edifying at all. Often with unfriendly glare.
But I realise I cannot change everyone. And when I try to, I become frustrated. Lower my standard? Not an option. I decided to stop cursing. I also decided to drive more carefully. I realise it is not good for my soul and body. I know the temptation is big. Well… people still drive ever so carelessly. But by God’s grace I will drive more cautiously. And be myself. On the road. And in everything else in my life.