Jerejak – 2
3/8/2017
To reach Jerejak Island, one must take a short ferry ride, or what used to be a catamaran, and perhaps still is. My job back then was simple on paper: ensure every passenger bought a ticket, boarded the ferry to and from the island, and that the daily operations of the terminal ran smoothly. The place had to remain pristine and pleasing to the eye upon approach.
To most, this would have been a boring job—sitting around waiting for things to happen. But as always, I chose to make things happen. I took it upon myself to maintain the surrounding yard and personally tended the garden. I made it a daily ritual to collect all the flotsam and trash that washed ashore along the beach as soon as I arrived for work. I would usually come an hour or two earlier than required, not for extra pay, but because I cherished my morning walks through the dark, undeveloped bush paths that led to the terminal.
These early walks were my silent meditations. I chanted softly as I walked through the darkness, making peace with the unseen. I would reach the end of the jetty just before sunrise, climb atop one of the large tie-up pillars, and sit there waiting, watching the horizon blush with the birth of day.
From this spot, I watched the sun shift its rising point along the horizon over time, tracking the passage of days and seasons. Beneath me, the waters splashed softly against the pier, offering a rhythm to my stillness. The terminal, located in Batu Uban, is known by some to be an area of high spiritual activity—perhaps due to its proximity to Pulau Jerejak, with its storied and haunted past.
These solitary walks and meditations helped me confront the fear within me—the fear of the dark, the unknown, the unseen. And through this quiet discipline, I became more conscious, more centered, more in tune with my surroundings, and how I could influence them in positive ways.
Every day, hundreds of visitors passed through the terminal. I saw this as an opportunity—not just to earn a decent living, but to become a living extension of the place itself. I greeted people, helped introduce the resort to newcomers, and quietly infused the space with presence and care.
In a world where we often wait for meaning to arrive, I chose instead to cultivate it, like a quiet garden along the shore, half-hidden, but alive with purpose.
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