Virginia Woolf
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more
How many of us actually bother to text message the people we care for, upon hearing news about the recent wars, natural disasters and speculations on the world’s end? I know I did. Did I pray for Japan all over twitter? Never. Have I donated to their causes? Very little, because I have already been supporting two other non-profit organizations and my neighborhood mosque. Do I still complain about the rising living costs in my country? Duh, because I obviously paid to have a voice via my citizenship.
But the ultimate question is, if life is a cycle, then why are we slacking and buying time? The world’s most advanced country had been hit by their worst disaster to date, yet no one would simply turn to the first person beside them to say, “Thank God you are alive, and I am glad you are okay.” Not that I did it anyway. Instead, I had sent a mass email to all my colleagues the next morning to spread my love, as a gentle reminder for them to praise and embrace life. One extraordinary feedback was that one of them, who is a mother of two, replied that she was so touched that she shared her well wishes with her children and even slept with them that night. She had also told them to spread her well wishes in school. As part of my daily routine, I gently pat my own back and uttered, “I might have done something good today.” Simply how I love serving my life.
Once you have identified something you agree and believe in, it just sticks with you throughout your entire life by default. Maybe my thoughts became too far-fetched, when I explained that when you educate more than you cultivate, you’ll end up breeding more status/power demand, rather than sensible human beings who yearn for world peace. Upon browsing my primary school yearbook, I came to realize my school’s motto; loyalty and honesty. I kept banging my head thereafter because it seems to me that was all I remembered besides some other fond memories I cherished there. I had forgotten my teacher’s name, my favorite subject, the facilities layout, but those two simple words keep playing in my mind in the form of the school song. So despite my prolonged fair share of disagreements towards the city’s education system, I praised the school for my respectable turn-out and perspective, as these two elements have been the key attributes to the mould and expectations of my life. Hence, when being questioned about my past breakups, I would simply respond that my partners and I did not come from the same breed, that’s why. ‘The Best is Yet to Be’ turned out to be a broken promise, as I wonder why I still dated and hoped with ‘Beacons for a Better Tomorrow’ thereafter, and finally the one who ‘Strive for Success’ dumped me for perhaps someone better because success obviously does not guarantee satisfaction.
Plus, the latter evidently lacked of honesty and loyalty anyway.
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