Monday, October 18
provoke
am currently working on my final assignment for the semester. & i'm really ticked off. only consolation is knowing that i guess i have learnt something these past months.
i picked a topic on juve justice. in my opinion it's more like the lack of it. i jus cannot fathom or accept the fact that there are kids out there being sucked into the macabre, bleak, depressing world of vice & immorality & criminality. all becos their parents are too darned pre-occupied Contributing to it. i noe im probably being too judgemental & presumptious & disdainful. but i jus cannot grasp the reality that kids' lives r gettin messed up because of their parents. they who should be guarding & protecting & fending for their offspring. im very fortunate & i noe it. mayb that's why i can't see things from another perspective. but then again. should there even be the other perspective? one where parents sit on pavements all day, stoned, sloshed, too out of the world to do anything for their kids....?? it's. Tragic
on my way home today, i saw 2 kids - about 8 or 9, standing by their dad, asking for food. the dad pointed to the nearest bin, told them to stop bugging him & piss off. and he started a rampage on how his kids weren't worth as much as the trash in the bin. the look on his kid's faces made me feel like crying. on the spot. my heart totally went out to them. it was anger.frustration. & knowledge that my parents have done heaps for me. so much i dun noe if i'll ever be able to repay them for it. i've only got so this much time & they've devoted their entire lives to mine. i noe they've given me & done all they can. yet i have the audacity to go on about how they nag. i'm pretty sure those kids i saw today, would in an instant have a parent. any parent. jus someone who could provide. someone they can depend on. someone who would show the shadiest amount of concern & love for them.
i got the kids mackers. thatssit. but the way their faces lit up. it said so much. like before that instant, they never felt they were worth anything. they were never made to feel anything. they were never a reason for anyone to do anything for them. if only they knew. i wanted to cry! but in front of 2 kids, who posses more courage than i ever could, i knew my place & it wasnt to cry for them. they werent crying over or for themselves. who was i to.
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i picked a topic on juve justice. in my opinion it's more like the lack of it. i jus cannot fathom or accept the fact that there are kids out there being sucked into the macabre, bleak, depressing world of vice & immorality & criminality. all becos their parents are too darned pre-occupied Contributing to it. i noe im probably being too judgemental & presumptious & disdainful. but i jus cannot grasp the reality that kids' lives r gettin messed up because of their parents. they who should be guarding & protecting & fending for their offspring. im very fortunate & i noe it. mayb that's why i can't see things from another perspective. but then again. should there even be the other perspective? one where parents sit on pavements all day, stoned, sloshed, too out of the world to do anything for their kids....?? it's. Tragic
on my way home today, i saw 2 kids - about 8 or 9, standing by their dad, asking for food. the dad pointed to the nearest bin, told them to stop bugging him & piss off. and he started a rampage on how his kids weren't worth as much as the trash in the bin. the look on his kid's faces made me feel like crying. on the spot. my heart totally went out to them. it was anger.frustration. & knowledge that my parents have done heaps for me. so much i dun noe if i'll ever be able to repay them for it. i've only got so this much time & they've devoted their entire lives to mine. i noe they've given me & done all they can. yet i have the audacity to go on about how they nag. i'm pretty sure those kids i saw today, would in an instant have a parent. any parent. jus someone who could provide. someone they can depend on. someone who would show the shadiest amount of concern & love for them.
i got the kids mackers. thatssit. but the way their faces lit up. it said so much. like before that instant, they never felt they were worth anything. they were never made to feel anything. they were never a reason for anyone to do anything for them. if only they knew. i wanted to cry! but in front of 2 kids, who posses more courage than i ever could, i knew my place & it wasnt to cry for them. they werent crying over or for themselves. who was i to.
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