In the mood of Christmas
In the mood of Christmas, I shall write some ramblings on some thoughts I have. :)
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There the machine stood; proudly announcing its capabilities.
STUDY, CAREER, LOVE.
This machine claimed to be able to predict them all, just by scanning your palm, the left one for guys and the right one for the gals. It was supposed to tell you what you expect to come and enable you to prepare for it (cos now you know what's gonna come).
All for $1.
I wondered. What would a palmistry-reading computer in, let's say, France say?
PHILOSOPHY, POLITICS, PASSION
Or what would a similar machine in India proclaim?
MALARIA, LUNCH FOR TOMORROW, PENCIL
Or in Africa?
RAIN, AIDS CURE, CROP SUCCESS
I wonder.
So if palmistry is really a universal source of knowledge about ourselves and the world around us, will it give us knowledge that are somehow not related to us? Or knowledge crucial to someone from elsewhere?
Or perhaps, then, there is a need. A need in our insecure world to secure our future Maybe that's why Master Khor gets heckuva lotta business in NUS. I mean, face it, all of us are trying to secure our future, right? We study hard, we work, we kaobei the gahmen to increase the CPF employer's contribution. We just want our future and our loved ones to be safe.
I'm on my way.
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I guess Christmas is a time of giving. Giving is really of no value if there was no need on the part of the receiver. Which is why so many of our birthday celebrations have become so meaningless. Come, eat, cut cake, eat cake, give present, hug hug, pat backside, go home. It'd be nice, if everyone could be like my friend, who wanted to use some of her own money to buy a wheelchair for a physically challenged person on her own 21st birthday. Wow. Now, that is meaningful.
And so yes, Christmas is a time of giving. Giving to a need. I don't know what you need, but I do know what this crazy world needs. It needs safety, love, joy, tolerance, peace. Perhaps it could start with you and me.
Perhaps that's why Christmas even took place. We forget at times that Christmas starts with 'Christ', and not 'X'. Forgive me for being preachy, but after so many Christmases, i really don't see the meaning in all that commercialism after all. Thankfully, at the end of the day, Christmas is about a God who loved us enough to come into our world and speak our language, to touch our need. The need that is so reflected in so many things around us.
Go on. Go. Speak someone else's language for a day. Lift up someone's vulnerability. Look beyond the irritating. Affirm the $10 note that despite being trampled and crumpled and folded, it is still worth $10. Affirm a battered friend that he/ she still is worth your time and your love.
Football is a game of two halves. Your second half could begin today.
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There the machine stood; proudly announcing its capabilities.
STUDY, CAREER, LOVE.
This machine claimed to be able to predict them all, just by scanning your palm, the left one for guys and the right one for the gals. It was supposed to tell you what you expect to come and enable you to prepare for it (cos now you know what's gonna come).
All for $1.
I wondered. What would a palmistry-reading computer in, let's say, France say?
PHILOSOPHY, POLITICS, PASSION
Or what would a similar machine in India proclaim?
MALARIA, LUNCH FOR TOMORROW, PENCIL
Or in Africa?
RAIN, AIDS CURE, CROP SUCCESS
I wonder.
So if palmistry is really a universal source of knowledge about ourselves and the world around us, will it give us knowledge that are somehow not related to us? Or knowledge crucial to someone from elsewhere?
Or perhaps, then, there is a need. A need in our insecure world to secure our future Maybe that's why Master Khor gets heckuva lotta business in NUS. I mean, face it, all of us are trying to secure our future, right? We study hard, we work, we kaobei the gahmen to increase the CPF employer's contribution. We just want our future and our loved ones to be safe.
I'm on my way.
_______________________________________________________________
I guess Christmas is a time of giving. Giving is really of no value if there was no need on the part of the receiver. Which is why so many of our birthday celebrations have become so meaningless. Come, eat, cut cake, eat cake, give present, hug hug, pat backside, go home. It'd be nice, if everyone could be like my friend, who wanted to use some of her own money to buy a wheelchair for a physically challenged person on her own 21st birthday. Wow. Now, that is meaningful.
And so yes, Christmas is a time of giving. Giving to a need. I don't know what you need, but I do know what this crazy world needs. It needs safety, love, joy, tolerance, peace. Perhaps it could start with you and me.
Perhaps that's why Christmas even took place. We forget at times that Christmas starts with 'Christ', and not 'X'. Forgive me for being preachy, but after so many Christmases, i really don't see the meaning in all that commercialism after all. Thankfully, at the end of the day, Christmas is about a God who loved us enough to come into our world and speak our language, to touch our need. The need that is so reflected in so many things around us.
Go on. Go. Speak someone else's language for a day. Lift up someone's vulnerability. Look beyond the irritating. Affirm the $10 note that despite being trampled and crumpled and folded, it is still worth $10. Affirm a battered friend that he/ she still is worth your time and your love.
Football is a game of two halves. Your second half could begin today.
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