Thursday, February 27, 2014

Why am I even here?

Many times we ask ourselves what we live for; what's the purpose of my life in this place I call home, taking up energy and given the chance ahead of many more unfortunate souls. 

Then we think of how we wanna study, change the world, create the next generation, save the environment, give back to the society etc etc...

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Today I went home, and my mum was sick. (Fate, I must say, is quite eerie... I actually met her on my bus journey home) I took out one afternoon to go home just to interview her for my Singapore Studies module assignment and she ended up having sore throat. I really don't have the time to come home another time after she recovers... In fact, I don't even know when will she recover! 

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Fast-forward, we were having supper at macs after finally settling hall points allocation. We suddenly talked about my interview with my mum and all the hilarious scene of her childbirth to my sis that I can only imagine from her words. It was kind of awkward as we've never really talked about this before; coming from a pretty conservative family. I told then I've never said "I love you" to my mum, not in my living memories... Then someone asked: "have you never kissed your mum? Or maybe even just a hug?" 

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Sore throat didn't matter...
While I still don't know what Earth and the human race needs me here for, I do know I have at least one purpose here that is to fulfill my duty as a son. 

My mum (and dad) probably had already figured out what they are living for: us...

Perhaps people in the past are less complicated and/or philosophical, but that is really, I guess, the engine that drives many of us forward: family 

Sore throat didn't matter to my mum; I did