A beautiful world
This post is dedicated to Ming Guang, for he understood.
I had my Bahasa Indonesia oral examination today. The sky is dark, gloomy and heavy with moist. Occasional thunderclaps nagged at my subconscious mind, bringing my attention to the impending rain or rather, my impending gloomy mood. However, taking a deep breath of the heavy air, there is a certain peace within me. I relax.
This brings to mind a story I cannot remember who wrote, nor the exact storyline. Nevertheless, I try:
There was an Art painting competition themed "Peace". While most other paintings depicted scenes of nature, greenery and calm rivers, one painting depicted an aeroplane in a thunderstorm. Through a window, a baby sleeps peacefully in its mother's arms.
I take a deep breath again. This is a beautiful world. It is amazing and wonderful. It is powerful. It is artificial.
I write about relationships today, having witnessed another incident where previous friends have split into rival cliques.
I do my best to connect at a simple level, with anyone at all. Simple yet daunting. This simple connection is best illustrated by two best of friends isolated from the rest of society. They will interact mutually without regard for each other's flaws, instead choosing to laugh it away. Person to person; man to man; human to human.
However, Life is never that simple. Consider two groups, each with their own opposing identities created by the group members, themselves. Two individuals, each from the opposing group may have a mutual liking for each other. However, the adherence to the identities creates a strain within these two individuals. Drained of energy, a side is taken, influenced by the identities. Identities are brought to life, not unlike a Man and his thoughts.
The gap between the rich and the poor is widening. I wonder if the day may come when the divide is so great to the extent that the poor refuses money and returns to barter trading. Keeping the scenario simple, a new currency may be created for the poor, by the poor. Money, this inanimate object holds value because it is valued. It is created by Man, and controls Man. Money and Economics are brought to life, not unlike a Man and his thoughts.
A new statute is written by Man, after a man is trialed, having committed an offence unprecedented. Future offenders of the same offence are trialed under the statute. Law is written by Man to control Man. Law is alive.
Bureaucratic redtapes are written by Man to enforce a certain order or efficiency, and tell Man his course of actions. Redtapes is alive.
Political ideology is created by Man. In turn, the ideology tells Man his course of action. Politics is alive.
My dear readers, these powerful "beings" are "real". To challenge them head-on proves impossible. However, they cease to exist when their presence are disregarded. It is a pity when simple and true relationships are destroyed, or prevented from forming, due to barriers created by unnecessary identities.
I take a final deep breath. The only things real are the air I breathe in and the cool breeze on my face; so are my simple connections with my friends and acquaintances.
I had my Bahasa Indonesia oral examination today. The sky is dark, gloomy and heavy with moist. Occasional thunderclaps nagged at my subconscious mind, bringing my attention to the impending rain or rather, my impending gloomy mood. However, taking a deep breath of the heavy air, there is a certain peace within me. I relax.
This brings to mind a story I cannot remember who wrote, nor the exact storyline. Nevertheless, I try:
There was an Art painting competition themed "Peace". While most other paintings depicted scenes of nature, greenery and calm rivers, one painting depicted an aeroplane in a thunderstorm. Through a window, a baby sleeps peacefully in its mother's arms.
I take a deep breath again. This is a beautiful world. It is amazing and wonderful. It is powerful. It is artificial.
I write about relationships today, having witnessed another incident where previous friends have split into rival cliques.
I do my best to connect at a simple level, with anyone at all. Simple yet daunting. This simple connection is best illustrated by two best of friends isolated from the rest of society. They will interact mutually without regard for each other's flaws, instead choosing to laugh it away. Person to person; man to man; human to human.
However, Life is never that simple. Consider two groups, each with their own opposing identities created by the group members, themselves. Two individuals, each from the opposing group may have a mutual liking for each other. However, the adherence to the identities creates a strain within these two individuals. Drained of energy, a side is taken, influenced by the identities. Identities are brought to life, not unlike a Man and his thoughts.
The gap between the rich and the poor is widening. I wonder if the day may come when the divide is so great to the extent that the poor refuses money and returns to barter trading. Keeping the scenario simple, a new currency may be created for the poor, by the poor. Money, this inanimate object holds value because it is valued. It is created by Man, and controls Man. Money and Economics are brought to life, not unlike a Man and his thoughts.
A new statute is written by Man, after a man is trialed, having committed an offence unprecedented. Future offenders of the same offence are trialed under the statute. Law is written by Man to control Man. Law is alive.
Bureaucratic redtapes are written by Man to enforce a certain order or efficiency, and tell Man his course of actions. Redtapes is alive.
Political ideology is created by Man. In turn, the ideology tells Man his course of action. Politics is alive.
My dear readers, these powerful "beings" are "real". To challenge them head-on proves impossible. However, they cease to exist when their presence are disregarded. It is a pity when simple and true relationships are destroyed, or prevented from forming, due to barriers created by unnecessary identities.
I take a final deep breath. The only things real are the air I breathe in and the cool breeze on my face; so are my simple connections with my friends and acquaintances.
