Friday, November 10, 2006 ♥
i was thinking. about life. about the purpose in living.
i remember about 4 years ago, when i was in sec2. we were told by the literature teacher to each write a poem which may be selected for our schl's anniversary book, about love, anything to do with life, loyalty etc.
and i came out with this poem which went into the bk. but as i read it again, i see the irony in it instead. cos i no longer agree with the poem i wrote.
this is wat i wrote then:
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The purpose of livingHe who sacrifices,
for the country,
for his wife.
the reason-love.
She who works hard,
for the school,
as a teacher.
the reason-love.
They who work hard,
for the school,
as students.
the reason-love.
He who fights,
for the country,
as a soldier.
the reason-love.
She who works hard,
for the company,
for her children.
the reason-love.
They who work hard,
for the world,
for the earth,
the reason-love.
All who work hard,
for love,
for the country,
for the school,
for their children,
for their job,
for the world,
for everyone.
The purpose of living,
Is giving love.
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And now. i so disagree with wat i wrote then.
because the purpose of doing all those stuffs they do is not because of love. it's no longer that way. it's responsibility.
he who fights for the country, not because of love, more because of responsibility. they who work hard, not cos they love their children,more cos of money to live and to feed them who are their responsibility. not all teachers teach because they love the students. some teach because they teach. it's their responsibility to teach. besides, they have to earn money for their own living anyway.many students don't study because they love to do so. it has become their responsibility to study, for their own future and also because their parents are paying the school fees.
anyway i have just typed a whole lot of crap.
cos i m not very happy now.
cos this morning got yelled at by my dad. about housework. so i was told. i'm fat because i'm lazy and dun help do housework and all i do is sit. so hello. sit. what do i sit and do? other than typing at the comp. i sit at the table to study. and hello wat the hell for? As.
so i bet. even after As. i would be stuck at home doing housework and packing my stuffs. and one possible way to get out of housework for me is to go to library and grab books to read. and so i will be stuck home to my chair reading. so i'm fat. so i sit. so i shall not eat and become anorexic and bulemic and fat and oh wat sad life it would be.
so that was wat that brought me to think about wat is the purpose of living.
it's like a cycle. a vicious cycle perhaps. a cycle of life. you wake up you brush ur teeth you go school/work you come home you do more hw/work/watch tv later you go sleep. and the next day the same thing happens. doesn't tt sound like the matrix. and they say life has ups and downs. so they are supposed to make life more exciting? ha ha.
i mean talk about love. and giving love or watever sorts.
anyway i have just crapped even more.
so i'm in such a super duper crappy mood.
i can only say. all people see the same things differently. for example religious pple can tell others wat is the purpose of life,because they believe in a certian religion and wat it tells them.
so maybe i need to believe in smth, and have faith in smth. but now.
As first hah.
i m so just crapping.
i should stop. crapping. stop letting my mind wander.
just do wat i am supposed to do. whether it's responsibility or not. just go study eh.
♥reflected @ 11:40 AM
