A less mundane night

So today in the evening I had a photoshot with Mt Fansipan buddies at Chinatown, dinner and Kinect with HCA friends followed by Timbre w CG and ex CG mates. All this amid checking the progress of the Presidential elections. I recall that as a reclusive 16 or 17 year old this would be the kind of "happening" life I'd long to have, but now at the ripe old age of 23, with the backdrop of being a year 5 with exams looming, this didn't seem too right. For a start I was wondering if I had been mugging enough during the 2 week break.

At a point in time when life lies ahead of you, you can't help but be a little more philosophical. For a start there is a practical purpose because I can't write that bloody personal statement. What does it mean to be a doctor, and do we know exactly what God had in store for us when He put us here?

I've heard stories so far. 30 year old man becomes a relief teacher instead of a Mediacorp artiste like he dreamt of, because a back injury rendered him incapable of working long hours. Middle aged man is plagued by a previous spinal injury, together with diabetes and migraines, and thus wants to put up his son for adoption since he, and his mentally disabled wife, are too ill to take care of him. You can view your role as contributing to the improvement of the health and thus the lives of these people, or you can see yourself as merely a plug setter/crowd clearer/clerk. Actually, both are right.

I'm just saying, sometimes our actions have bigger consequences than we can imagine. But that said I haven't gotten to the stage where I study for wholly altruistic purposes I must admit.

I'll state it as such: when I was in secondary school I listened to those Lit lessons which taught us about dreams and ideals and altruism. When I progressed beyond that stage I learnt that Mammon was a brother and a friend, and we can't do without him. Because we humans are essentially animals who just want to eat well and sleep well and mate well.

And perhaps later on there will be reconciliation. Or perhaps liberation from the demon of materialism. And perhaps one day when I grasp a vision of the face of the living God, I would disregard all else. It has happened before, even the thought of graspjng that vision clears your mind of the things which you formerly desired.