A Reflection on Jobs & Comfort Zones

It’s early morning. The streets are still wrapped in mist, and the only sound is the shuffle of sandals on pavement. A group of men and women, some in faded baju kurung and worn office shoes, quietly gather outside a building with flaking paint and a rusted sign: “Kilang Beras.” On the door, in taped plastic, a small white paper reads: “Kerja Kosong” — Vacancy. They sit on the bench, each person holding a folder, a resume, or simply hope. They’ve come here not just for a job, but for an answer — to bills, to expectations, to the haunting question: “What’s next?” But here’s the truth no one says aloud: Most of them won’t get the job. Not because they aren’t capable — but because the system only opens a few doors at a time. A System Built for Obedience, Not Creation From childhood, we were taught to sit still, raise our hands, follow instructions, and aim for high grades — because high grades meant university, and university meant a job. It was a good plan. In the 1960s. Back whe...