We don't live in a utopia.
I don't think there is a word in the English dictionary that describes the feeling of walking past a Maid recruitment agency, seeing a row of Filipinos seated on chairs, with a space apart from one another. Some half slouching, heels wrapped around one another, shoulders drooping. Some await in an upright position, almost sensing a change in their lives.
It's almost eerie to compare that thought to an adoption centre, well let's just stop there - because it churns my stomach to even picture it that way.
As I walked home, I saw cats pampered and well-taken care of, slept in clean cages infront of a grocery store, while a feral, diseased-looking cat limped to the road curb just a few metres away.
I realised whichever place you are born into, whether it is into a family or a country, you are immediately cast into a category of society that grants you certain opportunities or the lack of. We are all fully aware of that, yes. So is it possible not to have a classless society?
Is it possible for the universities here to open up more slots for majority of the students to study in? Or continue to keep it at 20 percentile?
As much as people would like to kick up a fuss about the unfairness of wealth or education opportunities, I don't think anyone can fight something like this - It's not set by the government, it is not set in stone by lawmakers. It is just invisible and so powerful, they are hard truths and its purpose is not to please everybody. Instead, it does its job sufficiently to keep the society afloat.
I guess our job here is to rock the boat at times, but not to overturn the foundations we stand on.
Also, every generation before ours believes the one after them will be a rotten piece of thrash. Even I am beginning to sense that of the children 10 years younger than me. But you know what? Stop fearing because you turned out alright, so did I. And so will the kids after us. The pervasive tenacity to survive has already shown itself worthy of two millennia.
It's almost eerie to compare that thought to an adoption centre, well let's just stop there - because it churns my stomach to even picture it that way.
As I walked home, I saw cats pampered and well-taken care of, slept in clean cages infront of a grocery store, while a feral, diseased-looking cat limped to the road curb just a few metres away.
I realised whichever place you are born into, whether it is into a family or a country, you are immediately cast into a category of society that grants you certain opportunities or the lack of. We are all fully aware of that, yes. So is it possible not to have a classless society?
Is it possible for the universities here to open up more slots for majority of the students to study in? Or continue to keep it at 20 percentile?
As much as people would like to kick up a fuss about the unfairness of wealth or education opportunities, I don't think anyone can fight something like this - It's not set by the government, it is not set in stone by lawmakers. It is just invisible and so powerful, they are hard truths and its purpose is not to please everybody. Instead, it does its job sufficiently to keep the society afloat.
I guess our job here is to rock the boat at times, but not to overturn the foundations we stand on.
Also, every generation before ours believes the one after them will be a rotten piece of thrash. Even I am beginning to sense that of the children 10 years younger than me. But you know what? Stop fearing because you turned out alright, so did I. And so will the kids after us. The pervasive tenacity to survive has already shown itself worthy of two millennia.