Monday, February 18, 2013
Facing my inner demons
A couple of days ago we discussed the widening income and social gap in Singapore, and someone mentioned a bubble of security which the rich aren't willing to look or step out of. And we talked about that, which to some extent is something I feel I am able to in some way relate to. Today while talking to some other people I realised just how sheltered even we ourselves are. For example, in terms of education. We do have it better than many others. There are people around our age, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, who can barely read English, and have problems understanding even simple words like "soap".
I need to reflect.
So, stuff.
During Take5 I hung out by myself for a bit (my OG can be quite overwhelming) around the rocky area and sat on the rocks. And watched the sea. You know, the view is really great. I mean, I hate sand and all that, so a rocky area is my sort of thing. Anyway.
The sea. It is majestic. To watch the tide come in, and ever so slowly creep and lap over the boulders. There is a particular feeling that you get, deep in the pit of your stomach, that churns about and makes its presence known every swash of the waves. A heaving giant. The breath of a living, breathing, heaving giant as it moves and makes its way up, up, and about, constantly in a state of motion. I think it's beautiful.
There were butterflies. I don't know if people find it odd that there're butterflies along a beach, but there they were, and I think that the mere fact that they were there is in itself wonderous. Something awesome, something awe-inspiring. Maybe it was the way that it was so odd and unexpected and everything, but it just fit, and that is lovely. Something to be appreciated.
When you sit out on the rocks and look along the coast you see a lot of things. Some of these are the trees. What's so special about the trees? What's not? Or rather, what's so special about the ocean to the trees? Each tree leans out towards the ocean, spreading away from the land, as if trying hard to touch it, almost. What goes on inside the consciousness of a tree? Does it have one? Will we ever find out? Is it worth it? I'd like to think it is. There is no such thing as wasted knowledge. The only truly wasted knowledge, is knowledge yet undiscovered.
The point is. We don't know if what we know is enough. That's why we seek to know more, to know when to stop. But that's part of the beauty of it all, isn't it? A never-ending loop. Loops of infinity. The eternity knot.
Posted at 10:11 PM
