25 year old cynic, born and bred in Singapore. Dog and food lover. Always grumpy like a granny.
When you wake up and get your period and you’re like “oh that’s why I was crying uncontrollably last night over a jelly bean”
to know that I have wasted a third of my life working towards something that gives me no satisfaction. A desk job is not what I want for myself. But I have spent the last 25 years killing myself to get to one, so, naturally, I am going to spend the next 25 years killing myself working a desk job.
Children are brought up the wrong way in this nation. We are taught to be lawyers and doctors. To take up math and science from a young age. To go to the best schools. We are taught that as long as we graduate from a local university with a respectable degree, we will be happy and set for life. We are taught to work towards that and just that the minute we are born.
I don’t blame my parents. They had a tough time growing up, giving up school to make ends meet at home. Then getting married and working like hell to build something out of nothing. All they know is money, because they had none. So the purpose to life for them and for their children, obviously, is to do anything possible to earn as much money as possible to live as good a life as possible. Hardship is in their past and they wish for it to stay in their past. They don’t know the meaning of passion, because their lives were never comfortable enough for them to explore it.
But their children have comfortable lives. As a result of their hard work, their children have the freedom and luxury to eventually know what is passion. This is good, except they are taught to squash it and keep it locked up in a drawer, because passion will not make money.
It is a unique struggle of a generation brought up by post-war babies. I imagine the children of our generation will be brought up very differently. God knows if I ever have kids, that is NOT the way I will raise them.
I want to do something with my hands. Something other than typing. Sewing. Baking. Planting. I want to produce. Maybe I’ll move to a farm.
Puppy enjoys listening to guitar
I CANT DEAL WITH THIS AMOUNT OF ADORABLE