The world always feel the loneliest at night. We are connected, but only through a cold hard glass.
Whom then, can I seek the solace I desire, and stop the endless torment of the night?
Songs that I have not sung, words that I have not whispered. When then, can I be free to speak the words and sing the songs of my soul?
And whose ears shall be the willing recepient where these words rest?
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
To be or not to be, that is the question
For the past few weeks, there was a raging debate on whether we should accomodate for a third person in our lives... After deliberation, and countless reasoning for and against, both within and out of the personal circle, i believe that I have arrived at a personal decision.
Discussions with most people always narrow down to a few points, all which can be classified into for and against having a little one.
FOR
• someone to have around when you are old
• someone to inject excitment and love into an other wise stagnant environment
• the love for kids ( unquantifiable)
• the somewhat hard-to-describe feeling of happiness when you have kids of your own (unquantifiable)
AGAINST
• freedom trade-off
• finance trade-off
• the permanent responsibilty till 18
• child-centric lifestyle
• the need for at least 2 children
• no tangible benefits
• bringing a child to suffer in this world
I've come to realize that if you were to analyse it scientifically, there can really be no tangible rewards gained from having kids.
But somehow, using material reasons to counter against a topic as profound as life itself seems a tad shallow. How do you put a value to the experience of carrying your first child? Or feel the touch of your child's hand when they grab your hands for the first time? How do you put value to hearing your child call you "papa" or "mama" for the first time? How do you place value to the experience of them hugging you or giving you a kiss? How do you?
How do you measure the experience of seeing them grow up and contribute to society? How do you measure the experience of becoming a grandparent, teaching and sharing your life stories to your future grandchild?
Do you even dare forsake the chance of having the experience of a life time, just because you are too scared, too lazy or too busy to experience what life has to offer?
Why do we have to deny such an experience, simply because we want to cling on to a life full of self-deluded enjoyment?
I believe having a kid is immensly taxing, immensly difficult yet also immensly rewarding, if you bring up the kid well.
I cannot think of a greater satisfaction in life than to successfully nurture your child, so that they can grow up and be of use to society.
Discussions with most people always narrow down to a few points, all which can be classified into for and against having a little one.
FOR
• someone to have around when you are old
• someone to inject excitment and love into an other wise stagnant environment
• the love for kids ( unquantifiable)
• the somewhat hard-to-describe feeling of happiness when you have kids of your own (unquantifiable)
AGAINST
• freedom trade-off
• finance trade-off
• the permanent responsibilty till 18
• child-centric lifestyle
• the need for at least 2 children
• no tangible benefits
• bringing a child to suffer in this world
I've come to realize that if you were to analyse it scientifically, there can really be no tangible rewards gained from having kids.
But somehow, using material reasons to counter against a topic as profound as life itself seems a tad shallow. How do you put a value to the experience of carrying your first child? Or feel the touch of your child's hand when they grab your hands for the first time? How do you put value to hearing your child call you "papa" or "mama" for the first time? How do you place value to the experience of them hugging you or giving you a kiss? How do you?
How do you measure the experience of seeing them grow up and contribute to society? How do you measure the experience of becoming a grandparent, teaching and sharing your life stories to your future grandchild?
Do you even dare forsake the chance of having the experience of a life time, just because you are too scared, too lazy or too busy to experience what life has to offer?
Why do we have to deny such an experience, simply because we want to cling on to a life full of self-deluded enjoyment?
I believe having a kid is immensly taxing, immensly difficult yet also immensly rewarding, if you bring up the kid well.
I cannot think of a greater satisfaction in life than to successfully nurture your child, so that they can grow up and be of use to society.
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