Were we really placed here...
To do this?
Yeah, maybe it gets better. You're studying for a good future, right? Have fun with that
Don't get me wrong, please.
I'm really not saying we shouldn't study hard. Of course we should, as students. Work hard to attain your fullest potential... but at the same time be aware of the things that are going around you. Don't chase society's norm blindly, because from the day we were born we were all conditioned to suit the advancement of society, especially here in our very own little city.
Here in singapore we boast one of the most extensive education systems in the world. Well, i wouldn't counter argue an indisputable fact. But what has our schools raised? Quick students...or cleverly, intricately programmed robots? Using the word "all" would be blatant audacity, so i will settle for the word majority. Most of the schools have advocated programs of rigidity, and students have been taught to stay quiet. Not to provoke trouble. Numb, and dull. Highly intellectual...but lifeless nonetheless.
Yes, work hard. But if i may, what exactly are you working for?
We work day and night, to achieve good results. Perhaps you want to go to a good Junior College. To enter a prestigious university. Maybe even to make your first million, retire, and live happily ever after. Please, wake up. The people who claim to retire after making their first million never do stop there. They want more. Us humans, we can never be content. You think you'll be happy when you acquire a certain something, until you see someone else, with a little something... more. And now you want that. The cycle is perpetual, continuous.
And so we work, day after day, towards an ambiguous goal, our reward always around the corner. Up the next ladder. We climb, because what we want seems so very near, but we never do reach it. And then one day... we wake up.
We wake up and see our upside down world. And we stare.
And for the first time, we ask. How is it that we have been living in such an illusion? How is it that we have come to accept the absurd notion of paying back the debt of our very own existence? How have we come to trade priceless time for stacks of paper? How have we traded memories for money, love for livelihood? How have we come to accept that it is actually okay for one to feel alone, in a world that consists a good seven to eight billion people?
Because everything that we have done, was for tomorrow. But tomorrow never came. And then we wake up, but it's too late. It's time for us to leave, but then we realize we never truly lived.
Everyone has to die someday. Everyone dies, but not every one lives.
Don't wait till then...wake up now.
Wake up, and live life. Because it's the least, and the most that you can do.