Reflections @ Kiasu Espresso

Saturday –  I used some of the alone-time to reflect on the daughter I am / have been.

I do not deny that as we get older, we naturally have our own circle of friends, activities, plans and schedules. So do my parents, and that’s a good thing, because it means that they have a purpose in life beyond raising children and taking care of our every need.

However, it may also mean that we get to understand each other less, as we form our own lives, more and more apart from each other.

A few days ago, I got angry at my father who expressed certain views which differed from mine. Today, I got out of the house in a hurry because I found their conversations too noisy.

I questioned myself: By escaping like this, does it solve the problems? Obviously not.

If I think about it carefully, I realise I have 2 main options:

1. Make more effort to make them understand me

2. Make more effort to understand them

And since I am not the sort of person who goes around imposing my thoughts and views on others (for fear of more rejection, ridicule or otherwise), I suppose the best thing for me to do would be to make more effort to understand them, where they are coming from,  why they may behave in certain ways (like speaking about mundane things super loudly, which really gets on my nerves at times), or say certain things (like discouraging travel and putting it across as one of the most dangerous activities in the world).

As Gandhi said, “We need to be the change we wish to see in the world.” Before we judge and condemn, we ought to examine ourselves and see if we have made the effort to understand first.

Growing old is never easy. And as I do not think I was a very easy child growing up (throwing moody tantrums, crying for no reason, refusing to participate in school activities, even refusing to go to school for a period of time!), I suppose it is only fair that I get my share of challenges now and in future.

I just hope that I will have the mental strength and capacity to do all I need to do, and still love as I have been loved.

I Imagine

 

A colleague and I were packing some stuff the other day, leaving behind a huge empty box on the floor.

“You know,” I reminisced, ” When we were younger, my brother and I could entertain ourselves for hours with boxes like these.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, we’d pretend it was a huge ship, crawl inside, and start imagining our travels.”

 

Viewing this exhibition at the Jendela Gallery also brought back more memories of childhood days, when video games were a luxury, afternoons of arts and crafts were bliss, and nothing was more powerful than the imagination our mind.

Is it any wonder that children of today seem less imaginative than before, because countless apps and video games are already doing the imagining for them?

Just another reason why the Arts are necessary in such a system and environment.

Growing Up

As a kid, watching the “grown-ups” around us – the way they behaved, the way they spoke, the way they dealt with Things;

I used to think:

Just because they are bigger – physically –

Does not necessarily mean that they are also bigger emotionally, morally, and mentally.

A decade or so down the road we call Life,

I find myself thinking these thoughts again.

Only now,

I’m one of them.