children's day just passed a few days ago. under the singapore education system, we are all innocent sweet things until we cross over to the secondary school compound. funny how a 12-going-13-year-old's biological clock can do massive changes after the psle year.
since it was a school holiday on monday, so no relief teaching work. it was nice to see some parents who managed/could/had taken time off to spend that very special day, dedicated to these small ones, with their precious gems. i'm sure deep down in those little one's hearts, even though they are not aware of, they feel ecstatically pleased to see their parents when they awake to the mid morning sun, to hear their voices constantly through out the day, to be fed at meals that they seldom have together, to be played with and brought out on excursions or even to watch Sponge Bob/ Hi Five with, and finally but happily be put to bed with a nice goodnight kiss to brave the next day of school. it's nice to see love that should be given to them, given. well, ive seen a pair of parents who'd always hold the hands of their little one - with one parent holding each small hand, crossing the road towards fairfield and sending their child off to learn knowledge with a hug and a kiss from each. it's embrace that shouldnt be halted or hidden.
sigh then again, there are many small ones who are hit by the the blades of unfortunate dark knights and be deprived of the above. jealousy, anger and envy wouldnt even be their fault to begin with. sigh.
these angels-or-hidden-cheeky-devils all start as simple, innocent, gullible, naive but
true. their minds are almost pure and fresh with no smudges of corruption, scheme, negativity or despicable thoughts that adults tend to be victims of, and be prone to. their inner compartments are like freshly laundered cotton that has not been tainted, distorted and degenerated like how ours have slowly become - dirtied rags, crumpled and torn for some.
sometimes, it is almost good to look at pieces of the world through their small windows - to see the good in anything and the positive light that can shine through almost any dark isolated deserted vacuumed tunnel. even through the tiniest pinhole that gives space only comfortable for a nano organism. but i guess in this massive ball of earth, it's such an idealistic, almost utopian feature to believe in. it's almost sad we can't do that. it's just impossible to do so.
manyatimes, i very much think that children keep us rooted and downtoearth. they keep us from flying too high in our ambitions and our greed. being a child is everyone's field. we've all been through that stage of life, we all had to - to be where we are now. it's that special moment in life that cannot be stolen and snatched away unlike
opportunities,
occupations or
dreams. anyone can be a child again. the stinking rich or the pitiful poor, the strangely gifted or the imperfect norms, anyone. we just need to find that special, sentimental, emotional treasure chest that we had unconsciously kept away over the years - thinking it would be useless, forgotten or irrelevant in life. but every city, every country, every village or cosmopolitan economic feature, even slums and squatters - have children. usually innocent ones that have been subjected to
human sin and
indignant torture for adult's mistakes. only communicating with them, touching them or being with them usually brings out the original good that we all should have had -
upright,
responsible,
giving,
selfless,
kind,
compassionate,
gracious,
positivity which have been stripped away violently or nibbled away by the ravenous rats of society.
a child's existence can revive those good ones again. somehow it's possible.
or maybe it's the
work of love, through a child.
i like having children leaving their footsteps in our journey through life. they help us see things in a different angle. they make us human beings again.
screw those damned paedophiles. get their darn things castrated, chopped and burnt for all i care.
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