:: eLise is me ::: Tell me

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

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Tell me

What exactly are you rushing for?

This endless pursuit for material wants, material comfort, material standing, material pride.
Are all that really worth that much at the end of the day?

Born into the world with nothing except yourself, you strive and work so terribly hard to get all those things defined by society to be the Prestige.
You sell yourself out, neglect your love ones in the process, and abandon your self.

Just for the latest sports car, the most extravagant meals, the luxury brands, the fanciest dwelling.

And when you're gone, it's only just scrap metals, organic waste, moulding leather, cement and stones.

The values as concorted by the society are flawed. But you accept it because it's so much simpler to be just like everyone else. You dread changes, and being different, because that'll make you an outcast. Being yourself will make you stand out like a sore thumb, and you'll then become an alien.

I remember dear telling me of his encounter on the MRT. A little boy was asking his mother about dear's cast, and the mother answered the boy, asking him not to stare, with the connotation that if you stare, the same thing will befall upon you.

As if dear is born with it. As if it is contagious. As if it is illegal. As if it warrants pity.

Just because you have a gash above your brow, a cast on your arm, a leg shorter than the other, people automatically label you as handicap. Have you noticed how, many people are at a lost when they encounter a handicap? Why are you at a lost? Just because they're different?

For crying out loud, they are just like us. We are all made of flesh, and have blood flowing inside of us.
The only difference is that their bumps are physical.
Remember, it's not a handicap, it's not a flaw, it's not a deficiency.
It's a beautiful creation in a different form.
Just because your bumps are not physically visible, doesn't make you the superior species. Get a life.

People dread the unknown, the unchartered territories.
Situations which are uncommon to you, make you feel unease.
Things which you have no knowledge of, fill you with fear.
Events which you have no control over, make you feel helpless.

It is so often that you measure everyone according to a standard of your own. This standard is shaped by the values taught to you, the environment you grew up in, the society's tolerance, your family, the people you've met.

You unconciously mark someone by the way they should react, the things they should say, the actions they should do.
If that's not met, you naturally make conclusion that there's something wrong with them.

It is so common a mistake and misrepresentation, that you are no longer conscious of it. It has slipped your mind that nobody is exactly the same. We are all unique individuals. With different mindset, behaviours, DNA, fingerprints, habits, demeanor, point of view and values.

Just as a single word can convey so many different meanings, everyone reacts differently to the same specific situation. Just because it doesn't fits into your set of values, doesn't mean that they're wrong.

You cannot change a person, unless you strip him bare of all the values, beliefs, code of conduct and sense of right & wrong taught to him.
It is only when you make him a clean slate, then can you impose your own set of values, beliefs, code of conduct and sense of right & wrong to him.

And if you do just that, what difference is it to reprogramming a computer?

And wouldn't it be such a bore, if everyone is exactly the same? A replica of one another, with the exception of different physical traits.

And what world would that be then?

And so, you tell me.

All about

: elise :

Jack (or is it Jane?) of all trades,
(almost!)

but Master of none.
(trying to!)

This is my paradise, where I indulge my senses grandiloquently.

A collective effort to keep family & friends updated, and for random strangers to pop by.

I wanted to put a HUGE picture of myself in this space, but being the technologically challenged person that I am, I can't figure out the mojo of it.

So I guess I'll just have to make do with scattering loads of random self-shots all over the blog!

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Inspired by:

JUICE & Undying Love

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Yours Truly... Elise Tan