My take on the recent Vivid Sydney Festival.
They are amazing works of art and music, but oh my gosh, the crowds. We simply evacuated after catching the necessary glimpses of the lights..
A shop without a sign,
A door without any handle.
Furniture without fuss,
And seats without frills.
But the whimsical fairy lights seemed to be enough to make up for what was lacking in ambiance and design (for me, at least).
Then I heard stories and saw pictures of when the place existed in quieter times, and could only imagine…
I thought of the boys who were restless
And playful and labelled “naughty”,
But became mesmerized by the sound of their recorded voices
And started getting creative
In ways I did not imagine they knew.
I selected them for the showcase
I saw their eyes light up
I hope I made a difference.
I thought of the girl who sits quietly
But approached me after school
And asked questions of curiosity
A cafe overlooking calm floating waters, a little gem hidden in the heart of the city. Shall go back soon to explore the gallery.
A few incidents involving rude people and people with poor attitudes, specifically those of the younger generation, left me leaving work today feeling really disappointed and downcast.
And the whole “what am I doing this for” cycle starts again.
If we indeed have free will, then why are so many circumstances not within our control?
If time is really ours, then why are we constantly rushing against it, in a bid to outwit that which we cannot grasp?
If this life was really meant for the ultimate goal (open to personal interpretations of respective readers),
Then why are we spending so much time, doing so much that takes us further and further from it?
Sometimes, visits to museums makes me feel:
People in what we know as the past
May not be so different from what we are
It is the same Earth spinning round and round.