The answer lies in the gift of hope, superbly summarized here.
The obsession with grades
Has long been under debate
Be academically pretty or
Have a talent one demonstrates
Which is more important
For a child’s future
Views are aplenty
Since the future is difficult to decipher
Both have considered opinions
Having both would be great
But how many have that capacity
Idealistic I say
Healthy competition is divine
But do we know when is enough
When some other scores higher
Our parents huff and puff
If life selections are prioritized through grades
That becomes the key measure of success
Then we know life is going to be tough
For children who don’t study enough
Be smart, then success comes
Social pressure dictates
Move off from that measure
And be regarded as a not-so-great
How to change this
Our lords and ladies of court
Scratch their heads in deep thought
How about we abolish exams – what then to make of a cohort
Introduce Talent and Passion
Two alternatives to academic success
What future is there one asks
Mumblings of promises, who knows what comes
Passion can’t buy me a house
But good grades can
So what if I can draw well
Society doesn’t give two hoots that I can
However if I earn a lot
Nice houses and cars I will have
People will regard me differently
Not some artist barely making rent
Money is a powerful motivator
Fear and Desperation too
Judgement is next
As competition rears its ugly head
Both complex and complicated
This issue is upon us
For no one will be wiser
If the vicious cycle remains with us
For now, heed advice from the wise
Do what you can and love
If you be the best that you can be
No one can tell you otherwise.
How important is two hours in a day?
What loss is sustained if you spend it at play?
To call for lessons without a break,
What more during their holidays!
A well-rounded person to develop you say,
But the mountain of work will not be kept at bay,
Instead added on to the interminable fray.
In exchange for what, tell pray
A bunch of kids all tired and gray?
This is definitely the kiasu way
So Singapore, so Singaporean, I say.
I see facilities for Aged care in Australia that are nice. Pretty enough for the un-aged to want to live there if it were age-appropriate. Why do people end up in homes like these? I find myself wondering as I got old enough to think about that as an option for me. I see older relatives around me fall sick, have surgeries and some don’t wake up after. How does one manage?
There was a debate I found myself drawn in with great reluctance when I first got married about having children. We don’t have any and it was a choice we made, not one that was trusted upon us. Nobody understood why. We were mercilessly bombarded with questions, told of terrible consequences that await us as we got older and we were branded as selfish killjoys. They gave us a hard time. At one point, I was pointedly asked about the reproductive state of my ovaries. I laugh now.
It was a case of traditions and vastly different viewpoints but mostly, they couldn’t accept that we were bucking the trend. Their fixation could only be changed with time, particularly when the primary persons responsible for the task of spawning young were not having any of it.
That was all in the past. They gave up and we sorta won the dark fight because I have gone past the fertility window. Peace returned to the selfish killjoys. But one lingering thought remained.
I hate to eat my words but are children necessary just so one can age in peace? I worry. Sure, it is nice to have people you love around you when you need them. I saw that firsthand when a beloved aunt passed recently. But people around her then were not children. She was single. The people who made time to take care of her were very close friends and relatives. So the advice once given linking children and old age is completely illogical. You don’t need them to age in peace. In certain situations, it is probably better not to have any around. We were not wrong to stick to our guns afterall. Relationships you build, no matter kin or not, is what counts.
I have a very small number of good friends. I only need one hand to count and it does not come up to the full hand – like an introvert should. While it is nice to know we’d have people to grow old with, I am not sure they are in shape enough to take care of themselves, much less others. So, I look to the option of aged care. They usually cost a bomb.
At some point in the future, the silver industry is going to hit its peak. Before then, businesses related to it would sprout up. I hope aged care is one that is going to be well-developed and it will hit its prime as we arrive there as well.
I have not read any book written by Albert Camus because I think I might not finish any. Time is needed to digest his books and I am not sure if I can read anymore textbooks. Heh.
There is a quote of his though that struck a cord with me and has stayed so for a long time. I happened to be snapping pictures by Derwent River in Hobart and came across a scene that reminded me of the quote.
I played with the photo editor to see what magic I could cast and here it is.