The longer you spend your time overseas, the harder it is to make the move home. This saying is so true. The day I set foot on the jet plane, I left with a heavy heart. I made countless promises that I will be back, I swore that no matter how long I've been away, I will return.
Fast forward 2 years from then, I landed a job, I was promised a bright future in a country that is merit-based and does not discriminate, even against non-citizens. My decision to return home wavered, but there was still a sense of pull to return.
I compared kids growing up in Malaysia and kids growing up in the States. Malaysia's education system is deteriorating rapidly, safety is a big concern out in the street, the future of the country seems very bleak. But there is hope. There is culture and morals that its citizens upheld tightly over the years. There could be a possible change.
Today, Malaysia is in dire need of change. The brain drain situation worsens with every generation. Sadly I find myself standing on the comfortable side of the fence, praying for a better future. I want to be in the fight, I want to spill blood and get dirty, but the game has to be fair. There is no point marching into a lion's den with no weapons. We need to educate our young, and harness our strength overseas, to find a prime opportunity to return, and bring our beloved country back to its glory.
When the day comes, hopefully it is too late for me to return.
