Inertia is the ability to resist motion, relative to the mass of the object. Or so we learn in Physics.
Everyone has some inertia in us. In this context, I meant that as the tendency to resist changes, especially when you encounter a new unfamiliar environment. Sometimes, it is referred to as nationalism, cross-cultural narcissism, etc.
There’s a story inside everyone of us. The starting point, where we grew up and spent our childhood playing and having fun; and some turning points where we may move around the world, until the end point where we travel to the netherworlds. By the law of action and reaction, the trail of footsteps we made as we make our journey across land and sea; in turn adds on to us our memories and experiences, and shape our characters, quirks and habits.
In this world of nothing is permanent but change, our inertia to changes may as well be the stumbling block of evolution of ourselves. Preferring to do things the old way, seeing red on new trends that doesn’t agree with themselves… you know them. In fact, you realise that most of the people around you, including yourself even sometimes do this. For ages man has a fear of the unknown, with only some few brave souls daring to venture deeper with their lives at stake, they prefer to stay comfortable in their comfort zone unless they’re competing for survival. Maybe this is why the Moon hasn’t seen visitors from Earth lately – despite all the hype of Armageddon, it doesn’t seems like Earth is going ka-boom anytime soon.
On the other side of the coin, our inertia to change can be interpreted as an identity of ourselves, a part of you accumulated from your journey in life so far, giving rise to a unique composite which is what you call your personality. In a new environment you feel that your ways of life is no more here, you felt an identity crisis and in reaction you openly, brazenly and aggressively display practises from your place of origin. Well this is what that makes Malaysia a melting pot of cultures, right? And in time this will cause a chain of experiences that forms your personality. Terengganu boy moves to Klang Valley, and still finds himself wandering out in the evening to play when everyone is tending to their consoles. From a big school to a small college, and he brings with him traits of the usual yuhua skptical attitude. Moving our of the country, and he may find himself using chopsticks to eat spaghetti. The personality? A skeptical boy who gets urges to play in the sunset and eat Western dishes with a different style.
So what’s your say? To change or not to change?