Don't give up Boy, life is a big production
It was the third time the boy cheekily told his mother "Ma, Radio, Radio!" when the announcement in the train declared "Next stop: Redhill".
The mother ignored the boy. chided him to shut up, and continue talking her husband, who seemed exceedingly bored and not interested. The sister of the boy seemed to be all too used to this treatment and quietly sat at her seat. The mother had a question about the stations or something else and asked the girl, the girl answered, and the mother continued to talk to the still uninterested husband.
It was a short scene I saw on the train as I travelled to church on Sunday, yet it tells so much about this family.
I would think the mother is lethagic of days taking care of the children, given her dressing and plain hairdo. The father doesn't seem to be the appreciative or the caring sort. And poor children... each time they want to share something exciting to the parents, their enthusiasm were putted down.
But the boy kept trying. I dread the day he realised it's never going to get his parents' attention and .... stop. Give up. And I wonder how many similar cases are there in Singapore.
I sighed in my heart.
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Gold.
After I alighted, I walked passed a China-looking women with gold dangling earrings and quickly, a slew of images flashed through my mind. It's the kind of thing you do when you are alone, maybe I DO alone, when something trigger one thought after another.
Then I concluded. Life is a big production.
Imagine someone were to stage our lives in an auditorium. If we were to display what goes through our might at the sight, or the doing, of anything, can you imagine, how much cast, props, settings, cameras, lighting would be involved?
Life is a big production. Our lives are a big production. Just look at the number of casts that came through our lives, be the stay long or short. The casts alone already is a big thing. And when their productions interwined mine. Amazing isn't it?
And the Director and Author of our lives, is none other than God. Who else, cos we cannot orchestrate our own, but to follow the directions of the Director to finish the production.
We are not our own. As opposed to common saying, we do not have the ability to control our destiny. Although we have the liberty to make decisions in our lifes, our destiny, the ultimate finished product, is simply is not submitted to our back and call.
And... that's it.
The mother ignored the boy. chided him to shut up, and continue talking her husband, who seemed exceedingly bored and not interested. The sister of the boy seemed to be all too used to this treatment and quietly sat at her seat. The mother had a question about the stations or something else and asked the girl, the girl answered, and the mother continued to talk to the still uninterested husband.
It was a short scene I saw on the train as I travelled to church on Sunday, yet it tells so much about this family.
I would think the mother is lethagic of days taking care of the children, given her dressing and plain hairdo. The father doesn't seem to be the appreciative or the caring sort. And poor children... each time they want to share something exciting to the parents, their enthusiasm were putted down.
But the boy kept trying. I dread the day he realised it's never going to get his parents' attention and .... stop. Give up. And I wonder how many similar cases are there in Singapore.
I sighed in my heart.
-------------------------
Gold.
After I alighted, I walked passed a China-looking women with gold dangling earrings and quickly, a slew of images flashed through my mind. It's the kind of thing you do when you are alone, maybe I DO alone, when something trigger one thought after another.
Then I concluded. Life is a big production.
Imagine someone were to stage our lives in an auditorium. If we were to display what goes through our might at the sight, or the doing, of anything, can you imagine, how much cast, props, settings, cameras, lighting would be involved?
Life is a big production. Our lives are a big production. Just look at the number of casts that came through our lives, be the stay long or short. The casts alone already is a big thing. And when their productions interwined mine. Amazing isn't it?
And the Director and Author of our lives, is none other than God. Who else, cos we cannot orchestrate our own, but to follow the directions of the Director to finish the production.
We are not our own. As opposed to common saying, we do not have the ability to control our destiny. Although we have the liberty to make decisions in our lifes, our destiny, the ultimate finished product, is simply is not submitted to our back and call.
And... that's it.
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