There are 10 million people in Jakarta. That’s about half the population of Australia.
And looking out over the city tonight – I can hear them, see them.
Well, at least some of them.
This city is huge – skyscrapers as far as the eye can see.
I think about the number of people in each of those buildings – would it be about 100 people to a floor? 20,000 to a building?
My have about 400 Facebook friends. 4 floors.
A very popular twitter account I know has 40,000 followers. 4 buildings.
And I count 30 of those buildings right here in front of me, without even turning my head.
I think about how over 40 Chinese cities have over 1 million people. And how India has 1.1 billion people. (Around 56 entire Australias.)
I was told of nightclubs here with 300 people at 2 in the afternoon. On a Tuesday.
And the diversity of the people here – Afghans hoping for a better life; Liberians seeking cheap fabrics for businesses back home; English-Indians who have opened English-Indian themed pubs; Australians who fell in love after a few too many Balinese cocktails.
I take a deep breath – I suddenly feel overwhelmed. The world is a very big place, and I am very, very small.
The thought is strangely exciting. There are so many more things to do, so many more people to meet.
It reminds me of a quote from the Holstee Manifeto – ‘Life is about the people you meet, and the things you create with them.’
Sometimes I forget how many more people there are to create things with.