Now that I have gathered quiet solitude within the stench of the toilet, let me begin this insightful tale...
I cannot help but correlate the current topic of social advocacy to the tune that surrounds my peaceful soul and even the specific recurrence of events that sparked off this thought: humans lack human essence. Isn't it just blatant irony that we humans are short of the basic pre-requisite that define a human being, the essence that divides us from humans,
that emotion
that feeling
compassion and love...
Perhaps it is bigger off an irony when I fall under this umbrella of non-beings that are not worthy to be crowned title of a human. Such elevation of the human nature is only owing to pure recognition of its divine quality which most of us have failed to acknowledge. We have fallen trap to sin and evil in our pursuit for materialistic wealth and tangible goods that come to no end... And today, for the third time, God has emphasized the cold hard truth that hurts like no other yet it exists entirely so-that we humans need to step up our social standards and raise our level of compassion...
And when the autumn wind blows, a solemn tale unfolds...
Pure fate, you might accuse, brought us together on that quiet evening in preparation for prep (and irony comes as a foreshowdow huh?). His hands on the button 11, my mind on one number short but nevertheless, the rendezvous was a success. I knew his mind, he knew my decision, we set off like two peas in a pod, the friendship of scouts can never be repealed.. And so the trek began slowly, a gentle walk against the whistling wind before we headed for the library. An atmosphere of cool, studious audience filled our vision as we entered the doors to serene complexity. Shelves after shelves of paper, wood painstakingly and painfully processed from the natural world, arranged neatly upon the lonely rows.. A good half an hour spent searching for life's essence in a book, pages that mean something and yet represent nothing..
We had to be late, late for prep, early to meet the blind man. Old, stubby, psychopath-words that echoed through my empty conscience. But a break in my steps was prompted from the friend. He stopped abruptly, somehow hearing the meek pleas of that helpless man. He was barging his way into shops, intruding privacy and neglecting all shame just to seek help but ignorance was bliss to everyone, but him... and the friend. He took the initiative and offered help and the blind man clutched unto his arm with a firm grip, not willing to lose sight of hope. It was a slow conversation and stroll, up the bridge, down the stairs, silently waiting for the bus... It was a terrifying expedition for the man, towering steps that greet his every foot, the slightest downscale altitude would put him off balance, when will the bus come if he is blind to the world, and the world blind to him? It was a guilty drag behind them, the stairs like the obstacle the friend had overcame and I, repeatedly tripping over them, the steep slope that leaves my human essence wavering at the verge of death, the bus that will never pick my dirty soul up from the pool of dirt around me.. Perhaps such is the heart of darkness that many have yet to realize, but we are all blind, perhaps not all, but most. And those that are not blind have found the light at the end of the tunnel and they can now see the blind. And this irony again, that the blind sees not the blind and that we the blind continue to follow the blind and such deadly ignorance suppresses human nature, leaving a world with no life....
And tonight when I stumble into bed, with thoughts etched in my conscience, I will never forget such a touching experience. Forget those good-for-nothing, flowery speeches to advocate social rights and causes, forget plain lyrics that tell a story but the story does not come true.. live that life and only then, can you decipher this enigma, a truth that can only be felt...
(And so I have begun my conquest in search for truths hidden throughout the world and at any one time, I will blog them down with the label "Truth" and this will be my life lessons forever)
Aidan
you are indeed a friend
you are indeed a true Rafflesian
you are indeed a worthy Scout
you are indeed human...
Thank you
And with this soothing piece of tune, truths be unfold real soon...
"I'm Gonna Make A Change,For Once In My Life
It's Gonna Feel Real Good,
Gonna Make A Difference
Gonna Make It Right . . ."