This world is made of many things. It's made of me. It's made of my best friends. It's made of my parents. It's made of politicians, English Premier League millionaires, cricket players, Sony Playstations. It's made of imitation art from China, from Australian tourists, laptops, the NUS Engineering faculty. It's made of NYU, of Beyonce Knowles, of broken-down fridges. It is made of the works of Van Gogh, Ernest Hemmingway and primary school students.
We humans have resorted to all sorts of measures so the world can be friendlier to our cerebrum. We’ve categorized, generalized, stereotyped. We’ve used Freudian analysis. We psychoanalyze. We block out the facts we don’t need. We make our own truths so we can better handle what the world throws at us. And with a large majority of six billion doing this, humans are a very complicated species.
You see, the world is in fact really simple. There's space to live in. There's resources to support life and growth.
And humans bring with them the things they need to make the world a better place. They bring industry, but industry brought with it pollution. They bring ambition, but alas, it becomes greed. They bring love, but some abuse it, and love becomes obsession. They bring tolerance, and in some quarters, it becomes blind acceptance. They bring intelligence, but some couple it with arrogance. They bring leadership, but that was an excuse for some to be infallible. They bring courage, but courage may also cause some to be disrespectful.
So is the world a good place for us to be in?
DId we make it better by bringing in all our good traits? Is it still a good place despite our bad traits?
Or has the world fallen into a despair and darkness that we mask with comedy and stories of wonder and sports and governance?
We all have to decide how we see the world.
And in this new chapter, I have to decide very soon.
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