Untitled
Some people are not honorable enough to deserve the respect afforded to them by their profession.
I am a firm believer in that paradigm where one's profession is a calling. Where one's profession is not work for neither is it forced upon his person nor is it a source for monetary rewards in order to meet his basic needs. One's profession becomes leisure, in that it is partaken for itself, it is an end in itself. In this sense, it is the fulfilment of one's being.
For some people, it is something else...
Maybe the angst comes from the fact that these people were simply shoved into this predicament. It is fact that parents either want their sons and daughters to be like them, or believe that their sons and daughters can take on the mental, physical and psychological training, and uplift the family's socioeconomic status in the end. It is very ridiculous, but true, that some people "jump in the bandwagon" because of peer pressure or sometimes "boyfriend/girlfriend" pressure. It pains me to see people in these circumstances. I feel pity for the person if he just wants to cook, or if she just wants to be a housewife, or if he really does not give a damn whether he fails for the nth time because it is not what he really wants, or if she really is just not mentally, physically and emotionally built for the "profession." Pathetic, I label them.
It is a different case for those proud, snobbish ones. Maybe they simply want the title and the respect given to them by the "profession." Those who simply want to hide behind the "profession." In them you do not see any honor. They are those who strut and sit around in public places, loudly announcing to the world that they are of this "profession." And when the task at hand calls for their skills, you notice a certain aloofness, thoughtlessness and smugness in their dealings with their colleagues and those they serve. A farce.
Roots can also be the source of dishonor. Maybe they never were taught proper decorum at home and in school. So much for being Christians and Muslims, or whatever religion they might have. So much for taking Theology and Ethics classes at school. Or maybe virtue never was part of family life, either it was not tolerated or it simply was not part of family principles. Of course, that is being too prejudice in my part, but hey, it is possible. For what are we as adults if not the image of our parents and the product of our experiences in childhood and adolescence?
I do believe that I am amongst people who do not deserve the "profession." Be warned that I might be saying this only because I am in the height of overwhelming emotions brought about by certain events these past few days. However, I am convinced that my words do have some truth in them. Alas, why do I trouble myself with the lives of others? I come to realize certain things... First, I do feel pity for those who have no choice but to undergo through the rigors of training. Second, I am utterly disgusted by the actuations of those prancing, pompous basterds. And lastly, I am a victim of dishonor.
I am a firm believer in that paradigm where one's profession is a calling. Where one's profession is not work for neither is it forced upon his person nor is it a source for monetary rewards in order to meet his basic needs. One's profession becomes leisure, in that it is partaken for itself, it is an end in itself. In this sense, it is the fulfilment of one's being.
For some people, it is something else...
Maybe the angst comes from the fact that these people were simply shoved into this predicament. It is fact that parents either want their sons and daughters to be like them, or believe that their sons and daughters can take on the mental, physical and psychological training, and uplift the family's socioeconomic status in the end. It is very ridiculous, but true, that some people "jump in the bandwagon" because of peer pressure or sometimes "boyfriend/girlfriend" pressure. It pains me to see people in these circumstances. I feel pity for the person if he just wants to cook, or if she just wants to be a housewife, or if he really does not give a damn whether he fails for the nth time because it is not what he really wants, or if she really is just not mentally, physically and emotionally built for the "profession." Pathetic, I label them.
It is a different case for those proud, snobbish ones. Maybe they simply want the title and the respect given to them by the "profession." Those who simply want to hide behind the "profession." In them you do not see any honor. They are those who strut and sit around in public places, loudly announcing to the world that they are of this "profession." And when the task at hand calls for their skills, you notice a certain aloofness, thoughtlessness and smugness in their dealings with their colleagues and those they serve. A farce.
Roots can also be the source of dishonor. Maybe they never were taught proper decorum at home and in school. So much for being Christians and Muslims, or whatever religion they might have. So much for taking Theology and Ethics classes at school. Or maybe virtue never was part of family life, either it was not tolerated or it simply was not part of family principles. Of course, that is being too prejudice in my part, but hey, it is possible. For what are we as adults if not the image of our parents and the product of our experiences in childhood and adolescence?
I do believe that I am amongst people who do not deserve the "profession." Be warned that I might be saying this only because I am in the height of overwhelming emotions brought about by certain events these past few days. However, I am convinced that my words do have some truth in them. Alas, why do I trouble myself with the lives of others? I come to realize certain things... First, I do feel pity for those who have no choice but to undergo through the rigors of training. Second, I am utterly disgusted by the actuations of those prancing, pompous basterds. And lastly, I am a victim of dishonor.