every chinese new year, i get amazed at how structural the event period is; together with everything that comes together with it.
basically the arrangements of everything for that day. every year, every time it passes by. from the red packets, to the visits and conversations.
it's just so humourously structured. and how everything has a reason for it to be in that manner, or how much 'planning' was used to cause that reason. okay, or maybe just my family wise. or i'm writing this, hoping that someone can resonate with me on this.
red packets, have to be 'recorded' to ensure that there's an equal exchange, to make up for the year before if it didnt hit the notch.
visits, have to arranged in several ways to 'steer clear' from too-much-work obligatory visits to the it's-nice-to-visit-that-once-a-year ones.
conversations, have to be quick, sharp and possibly pragmatically blunt to capture a superficial update of that protagonist's life; like seeking a summary just one minute before the next train arrives and leaves. just like bullet points in a long reading.
i love it.
from the red packets, to the strategically arranged visits, to the helpful moments when i'm needed to be busy running around (kids, helping to prepare the food, etc.) to kinda evade any awkward silences or my innate guilt button reacting to outliers of any pack.
and loving the fact that i'm suddenly seeing this light.
do i make sense? i know, this post is slightly strange. but despite what it is, i still like chinese new years.
it's tradition, desperately kept alive, to keep track of what's left of culture.
Labels: alittlebitoff, nostalgia, ponder
