I am a free man again. Liberty has itself being caged in the spokes of time, that found itself freed as a bird spreading its wings for the first time.
Fly. Again, my thoughts gasped, spewing an unsuppressible urge to write. i think I found it again. My style, my muses, my words, my desire.
I always valued the notion of family reunion. To me, it means a togetherness, seeing each other for a good cause of unity and fellowship. I have always enjoyed the shaking my relatives hands, especially those I have not seen for a year; loved the heartily hug from grand pa, his unsteady grip on my hands. I loved the fact that my family is so big, until now, this year, I just hope they will all leave me alone.
Another news of someone trying to take advantage of the inheritance, the awkwardness of the old ladies, the constant nagging of my uncles; it all added up to purposefully forced me to retreat in solititude back in the safety and peace in my room. I had enough of believing in the goodness of people, the hope that they will be altusively caring and nice. Man are afterall for himself.
Statuses of facebook reflected many similar grievances. We are all jaded. oh, the frailty of relationships. Even centuries old creeds and practices succumb to the hypocracy of the human heart. Getting together just for the chines new year, is of no help, in bringing about family unity and communication. In fact, it only heightens the fact that things are being done for the sake of age old tradition, and the soreness of human relationship and sibling rivalry. Relationships have to be worked out, on a regular basis, in the purity of genuine concern and intent right from the heart. then, truly can the coldness be melt away and the chasm be bridged.
Oh, man. You chinese, why dont you get it?
