storytime
i just finished my run which i shortened by half.i figured i only managed a short 1 hour run
because i got a blister on my toe, how irritating.
thought i could repay the 2 long weeks of just
academic work. oh well, looks like its not to be
and i still have to slog through long hours to
finish my stuff.
but 1 hour was indeed better than nothing. i ran
halfway with both shoes, a quarter way with 1 and
the last bit with none at all, so if the human race
ever need to go shoeless, i can de-volve and survive,
right. but it did look kindda funny i guess, especially
when i was running down bt timah road with just 1
shoe and ammohs think its like woah, amazing or
barbaric that asian run with one shoe, so i had
a few stares.
went to the playground to cool down after that, and
it happened that i met someone with dementia. now
being my nice self and all, i humoured him the
moment i guessed he was mentally unsound. he was in
a wheelchair and he looked frail. he asked me where
he was when he was already there. where eng kong ah?
me, huh, which part of eng kong? and i knew he was
not quite there already. so i smiled told him i was
exercising among other things and treated him like
i would a normal person.
the interesting part was the maid who was beside him.
i guess it was probably her experience with ignorant
or mean singaporeans but she kept trying to tell me
he was demented and kept apologizing for it. well,
i know he is demented, but i can still spare him time
to treat him with dignity! i cant do anything about
the way the world whizzes around me, but i can slow
down despite the fast paced world and just interact
as a human, relationally.
i my point is that, while i understand the maid may
be very polite because she thinks that man was wasting
my time. it was my choice to entertain him. it benefitted
me by doing so much more than it does him, and it
allowed her to spend some time on the swing. we take
our measure from how we treat people who can do us
absolutely no good, from the people who try to pull us
down, from those who are inferior to us, to help
and treat these kinds of people would be a form of
greatness. because there it shows how much it takes
to shun self interested gains to make a positive impact
on another.
shant talk too much about being a do-gooder, especially
when we have to understand that doing the good may not
be the best if it is rejected by the most stubborn
people in the world, right mom?
and in a lonely corner of my room...
the guitar is there to serve as a pleasant distraction,
i couldnt stand not being able to play it anymore.
especially not when there was a nice song during a
prayer meeting, and my friend was able to play! not
fair! i'm gonna practise.
and my point?
despite shattered dreams and broken hopes, there is
always a chance. somehow, someday and for the
relationships and good experiences that i hope will
never really fade.
posted by green unseen @ 3:18 AM
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