So within this week 3 persons have related to me their dukkha (sanskrit for dissatisfaction or stress).
One is feeling kind of lost without a job after his contract ended. In his late fifties and being financially independent, he doesn't really need to work for a living. Yet the lack of response from employers upsets him.
Another, the boss of a small manufacturing company in her sixties, laments that her son lacks the full commitment to take over the business. She feels trapped and burdened, not able to have a lifestyle she desired even at this age.
Yet another is struggling to make sense of the politicking happening in her religious institution which she is working in.
Yesterday I had a dream. In my dream I recently joined a small company. I was asked to attend a meeting by the CEO. There was only 1 other senior executive at the meeting which was about expanding the company overseas and hence the need to seek financing, engage the banks and prepare a set of prospectus. In my dream I was rather disturbed that the CFO was not present and I was tasked to take on some of the CFO's duties. I told myself I took this job because it was supposed to be a relaxing one When the CFO and some other executives returned from lunch they were upset for being left out of this "inner circle" meeting. At this point I felt rather pleased that I was being valued by the CEO but was upset with the amount of work to be done.
So my dream kind of embodied the dukkha of the 3 persons and how we are invariably dissatisfied no matter the situation. Would the 1st person envy the 2nd's predicament and vice versa? We always think that "if only this and this happens, I would be happy". Thich Nhat Hanh said : "It is possible to live happily in the here and now. So many conditions of happiness are available- more than enough for you to be happy right now. You don't have to run into the future in order to get more".
In a workshop which I attended, we were told to sit in groups of 4. Each of us was given a piece of paper and told to divide it into 4 sections. We were then asked to draw an unpleasant encounter or feeling which took place during the day or of late. We then passed our paper to the next person to draw something in another section of the paper after looking at what the first person has drawn. The paper then goes to the 3rd and 4th person to fill the remaining sections. When finished there would be 4 pieces of papers, each showing the origin of a problem followed by 3 responses. Amongst many lessons learnt from this exercise was the observation that it is quite easy to offer solution when detached or put it in another way you can see the silver lining in other's situation readily but not your own.
My own dream may be serving myself a reminder.
I
Monday, May 20, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Get Real on Mother's Day
Many many years ago I went to a hawker centre for lunch with 2 colleagues. It was packed and with permission we joined a lady (maybe in her mid 30s) seated with 2 young kids at her table. Her food came before ours, a bowl of noodle which the 2 kids shared. That was all. Our food came and we ate in silence whilst aware that she was watching the children eat. When they left we shared our common impression that she could only afford one bowl of noodle. Actually I was quite sure all of us had thought of offering to buy food for them but were wary that we either misinterpreted the situation or would hurt the lady's pride. On this Mother's Day I wish this mum and her 2 by-now grown up daughters well and happy together. If buying mum a good dinner seems like loads of 'crab' conjured out of retailers' greed, for this family at least it would be very meaningful.
I also hope that the lady, though remembering her sacrifices, would be content with her children however they have become. So very often we are disappointed when our children fall short of our expectation because they foil our effort in proving to ourselves and the world that we have been good parents and that we have done things correctly; successful parenting that is.
Taken in by ST writer Cheong Suk Wai's 'must read' recommendation of "Far from the Tree" by Andrew Solomon, I borrowed a copy from the Library. In her article, CSW quoted Andrew Solomon's remark "Centuries of linear thinking have conditioned people to see children who conforms to society's norms as good apples and those who do not, or most often cannot, as bad ones". The book describes the experiences of parents who have to accept their children for what they are, their disabilities and differences from the norm.
In the first chapter entitled "Son" the author quoted the words of an intersex autistic person which I found very poignant. "When parents say, ' I wish my child did not have autism,' what they're really saying is, 'I wish the autistic child I have did not exist, and I had a different (non-autistic) child instead......This is what we hear when you pray for a cure. This is what we know, when you tell us of your fondest hopes and dreams for us: that your greatest wish is that one day we will cease to be, and strangers you can love will move in behind our faces'
The author, himself a transgender described his feelings " My mother didn't want me to be gay because she thought it wouldn't be the happiest course for me, but equally, she didn't like the image of herself as the mother of a gay son. The problem wasn't that she wanted to control my life-although she did; like most parents she genuinely believe that her way of being happy was the best way of being happy. The problem was that she wanted to control her life, and it was her life as the mother of a homosexual that she wished to alter. Unfortunately, there was no way for her to fix her problem without involving me."
Therein lies the dilemma of being a parent, to what extent do we accept our children for what they are and how much effort should we take to help them be 'better' persons without the pitfall of trying to fix "our own problem".
We have to 'Get Real'
I also hope that the lady, though remembering her sacrifices, would be content with her children however they have become. So very often we are disappointed when our children fall short of our expectation because they foil our effort in proving to ourselves and the world that we have been good parents and that we have done things correctly; successful parenting that is.
Taken in by ST writer Cheong Suk Wai's 'must read' recommendation of "Far from the Tree" by Andrew Solomon, I borrowed a copy from the Library. In her article, CSW quoted Andrew Solomon's remark "Centuries of linear thinking have conditioned people to see children who conforms to society's norms as good apples and those who do not, or most often cannot, as bad ones". The book describes the experiences of parents who have to accept their children for what they are, their disabilities and differences from the norm.
In the first chapter entitled "Son" the author quoted the words of an intersex autistic person which I found very poignant. "When parents say, ' I wish my child did not have autism,' what they're really saying is, 'I wish the autistic child I have did not exist, and I had a different (non-autistic) child instead......This is what we hear when you pray for a cure. This is what we know, when you tell us of your fondest hopes and dreams for us: that your greatest wish is that one day we will cease to be, and strangers you can love will move in behind our faces'
The author, himself a transgender described his feelings " My mother didn't want me to be gay because she thought it wouldn't be the happiest course for me, but equally, she didn't like the image of herself as the mother of a gay son. The problem wasn't that she wanted to control my life-although she did; like most parents she genuinely believe that her way of being happy was the best way of being happy. The problem was that she wanted to control her life, and it was her life as the mother of a homosexual that she wished to alter. Unfortunately, there was no way for her to fix her problem without involving me."
Therein lies the dilemma of being a parent, to what extent do we accept our children for what they are and how much effort should we take to help them be 'better' persons without the pitfall of trying to fix "our own problem".
We have to 'Get Real'
Saturday, May 4, 2013
May Elections
Tomorrow Malaysians will be casting their votes in what was dubbed as the most hotly contested election since 1969.
This morning my daughter forwarded websites sent by Malaysian friends alleging that planeloads of foreigners have been flown in by the ruling party probably as phantom voters in what is suspected to be a rigged election. I just hope no unrest will happen in what the opposition terms as "the Malaysian Spring".
May 1969, 14 years ago I lived through the fears and "excitement"(in the world of a child) of the racial riots that rocked KL. Though our parents were Singaporeans and were not involved in voting, they shared the jubilance of their Malaysian Chinese workmen who voted for the Chinese Opposition (I think it was the DAP which had gained considerable seats) in the May election.
As we lived in the heart of the city, I remembered hearing loud speakers from lorries blaring cries of victory. The next thing we knew was fear and panic. 2 of our workmen actually lived in kampongs in the midst of Malays. So we heard of fearful killings. A curfew was implemented not without a semblance of happiness greeted by the children "No School". We heard of Malays setting fire to the kampong houses of Chinese occupants. As the occupants fled their burning houses the soldiers/police (mainly Malays) shot them for not observing the curfew rules. Needless to say all that we heard was from the side of Chinese.
One evening a friend of mine, living a few doors away from us, braved the short distance of 10 meters in the open street to pass a message of great importance. You see, my family lived on the 3rd floor of a row of 3 storey flats. My friend lived on one of the ground floor flats with a small garden, which the balconies of the 2nd and 3rd floor flats overlooked onto. The grave message her parents asked her to deliver was information that busloads of Malays armed with parangs were descending on the town area. As neighbours we got to be united. Those staying on the upper floors must equip themselves with boiling water, choppers, knives and whatever we could think of to throw down on any attackers. We were also given a tip that hanging a large piece of pork on your doorway would help to hinder entry.
That night my mother entrusted me with a most important task, almost matching an imperial mission in a family context. Should any rioters forced their way into our flat, I must immediately bring my younger brother out from the backdoor, climb the spiral staircase onto the roof and hide behind the low wall separating the roof terrace and the steep roof. If we were to lie flat behind the wall no one would be able to spot us. All these while the adults and bigger siblings fought the enemy. I slept very lightly and woke up in the middle of the night to find my younger brother sleeping next to me with his school shoes on. Haha he was even more prepared than me!
The incident had its funny moments too. The ground floor flat at the end of our row was occupied by the workers of a chain of up market grocery that imported foreign food products. The store was owned by a rich Indian family. They used the flat to house their workers as well as a store for their imported stuff. There being a curfew and food stuff running low at Chinese groceries which were also a distance away, many families ordered food stuff from this high end grocery. I remembered my mum crying in horror at the bill. I recalled vividly an order for garlic came in the form of a nice bottle of small cloves of garlic floating in some juice, imported from UK. So much for solidarity against the enemy.
Recalling these memories made me google to have a more objective view of what actually took place. Apparently the victorious opposition went overboard riling at the Malays that supported the ruling party thus fueling their wrath. That event changed the path of many, not the least my family. My elder sister who was a relief teacher then had applied for Malaysian citizenship to gain entry to the teachers training college. After the incident she made an abrupt decision to return to Singapore after spending more than 10 years in KL. All her younger siblings followed suit gradually. Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like for me if we had stayed on. I have no doubt materialistically we are better off moving to Singapore, but then again what would life have been like if we had stayed on, I still wonder.
Let us hope tomorrow's election will be peaceful and wouldn't turn out as a nightmare for any child.
This morning my daughter forwarded websites sent by Malaysian friends alleging that planeloads of foreigners have been flown in by the ruling party probably as phantom voters in what is suspected to be a rigged election. I just hope no unrest will happen in what the opposition terms as "the Malaysian Spring".
May 1969, 14 years ago I lived through the fears and "excitement"(in the world of a child) of the racial riots that rocked KL. Though our parents were Singaporeans and were not involved in voting, they shared the jubilance of their Malaysian Chinese workmen who voted for the Chinese Opposition (I think it was the DAP which had gained considerable seats) in the May election.
As we lived in the heart of the city, I remembered hearing loud speakers from lorries blaring cries of victory. The next thing we knew was fear and panic. 2 of our workmen actually lived in kampongs in the midst of Malays. So we heard of fearful killings. A curfew was implemented not without a semblance of happiness greeted by the children "No School". We heard of Malays setting fire to the kampong houses of Chinese occupants. As the occupants fled their burning houses the soldiers/police (mainly Malays) shot them for not observing the curfew rules. Needless to say all that we heard was from the side of Chinese.
One evening a friend of mine, living a few doors away from us, braved the short distance of 10 meters in the open street to pass a message of great importance. You see, my family lived on the 3rd floor of a row of 3 storey flats. My friend lived on one of the ground floor flats with a small garden, which the balconies of the 2nd and 3rd floor flats overlooked onto. The grave message her parents asked her to deliver was information that busloads of Malays armed with parangs were descending on the town area. As neighbours we got to be united. Those staying on the upper floors must equip themselves with boiling water, choppers, knives and whatever we could think of to throw down on any attackers. We were also given a tip that hanging a large piece of pork on your doorway would help to hinder entry.
That night my mother entrusted me with a most important task, almost matching an imperial mission in a family context. Should any rioters forced their way into our flat, I must immediately bring my younger brother out from the backdoor, climb the spiral staircase onto the roof and hide behind the low wall separating the roof terrace and the steep roof. If we were to lie flat behind the wall no one would be able to spot us. All these while the adults and bigger siblings fought the enemy. I slept very lightly and woke up in the middle of the night to find my younger brother sleeping next to me with his school shoes on. Haha he was even more prepared than me!
The incident had its funny moments too. The ground floor flat at the end of our row was occupied by the workers of a chain of up market grocery that imported foreign food products. The store was owned by a rich Indian family. They used the flat to house their workers as well as a store for their imported stuff. There being a curfew and food stuff running low at Chinese groceries which were also a distance away, many families ordered food stuff from this high end grocery. I remembered my mum crying in horror at the bill. I recalled vividly an order for garlic came in the form of a nice bottle of small cloves of garlic floating in some juice, imported from UK. So much for solidarity against the enemy.
Recalling these memories made me google to have a more objective view of what actually took place. Apparently the victorious opposition went overboard riling at the Malays that supported the ruling party thus fueling their wrath. That event changed the path of many, not the least my family. My elder sister who was a relief teacher then had applied for Malaysian citizenship to gain entry to the teachers training college. After the incident she made an abrupt decision to return to Singapore after spending more than 10 years in KL. All her younger siblings followed suit gradually. Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like for me if we had stayed on. I have no doubt materialistically we are better off moving to Singapore, but then again what would life have been like if we had stayed on, I still wonder.
Let us hope tomorrow's election will be peaceful and wouldn't turn out as a nightmare for any child.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Recovering a past in Taiwan
Taiwan though so near has never appealed to me. If not for Tiger's aggressive ticket promotions I still may not have stepped foot there. Perhaps I was put off long ago by their long drawn TV serials way back in the 70s and 80s that took a whole episode to progress a wee bit or that irritating high pitched Princess in the 还珠格格 drama. I also could not comprehend the throwing of chairs in Parliament and ascribed it to a legacy from Chiang Kai Shek's gangster connections and mannerism.
You see when I was in secondary school I loved to read Han Su Yin, a pro-left intellectual. I was enthralled by her books and stories that traced the turbulent period of Chinese modern history. Chiang Kai Shek and his croonies were inevitably casted in bad light. Han Su Yin distrusted CKS. My bad impression of CKS was reinforced when I took Chinese Modern History at A level and years later when I watched historical TV dramas from China which were definitely more authentic, and needless to say didn't have much good things to say about CKS.
Well, what slight idealism of youth and opined prejudices soon faded with years of pragmatism and forgetfulness. A cheap Tiger Airway ticket soon found me for the first time in Taipei. Amazingly, loads of childhood and teenage memories resurfaced when I visited the Sun Yat Sen Memorial Hall. But first of all I must not forget to mention that my visit to the Chiang Kai Shek memorial was a joke. As it was just one MRT station away from our hotel we decided to go there after our return from Hualien which was in the late afternoon. We would have made it if not for the lure of a Japanese food joint along the way. After the meal as I approached the CKS memorial I could see the huge statue from afar. But as I neared it I watched in aghast the huge doors of the memorial slowly drawing close. Stumped we stood in the middle of the big square and then heard heavy marching footsteps. We were standing right in the path of the changing guards. Haha CKS not only didn't need my respect he sent guards to tell me to get lost. So much for reconciliation.
My visit to the Sun Yat Sen Memorial Hall turned out to be more than just engaging. Inside there are exhibits of historical items mainly old photographs of SYS & historical events, treaties, agreements, constitutions etc. Looking closely at those photographs reminded me of my teenage interest in modern Chinese history and I remembered there was a phase in my life when I could be passionate about certain things. As I entered another room a large portrait of SYS stared at me. Those talking eyes seemed so familiar. Somehow a sense of inexplicable nostalgia gripped me. As I drifted from room to room it suddenly came back to me where I had seen those eyes before; and I was really really shocked that it was pushed so far back in my mind and almost completely obliterated.
When I was 3 years old my parents and my elder siblings moved to KL. I was left in the care of my maternal grandma in Singapore until I was 5+. My grandma and aunty stayed on the second floor of a shop house at Ang Siang Hill. The whole of the huge front living area of this second floor shop house belonged to some clan or association. The second floor landing had 2 doors, one leading to the association, the second to my grandma's living quarters. My grandma also maintained the cleanliness of the association's premise for a wage I believed. Inside this huge room, on the big wall opposite the windows fronting the street hanged a big photograph of Sun Yat Sen. The picture should be about two by one meter (or at least in the eyes of a toddler). Rows of wooden chairs lined the 2 other walls. It came back to me, all these images including a tall wooden rack with hooks for hats or clothes. Yes, there was where my aunty hanged the feather duster, my feather duster. It also came back to me that I was rather afraid when left alone in the room with this big man staring down at me. How strange these images all flooded me when they never seemed to exist before.
In last Saturday's "The Big Idea" page, Chinese philosophy don, Robin Wang said "Instead of buying the most beautiful condominium units, buy tickets to see the world so that you can return to your authentic self and not just be a person with artificial desires."
I recovered a past during this trip.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Treasure "No Problem"
Yesterday I gathered from podcast that happiness can be derived from having NO problems. Huh? Isn't that just another way of saying 'count your blessings'.
After reading ST writer Andy Ho's article "How dad talked through Parkinson's", the true meaning of the above statement dawned on me. Andy Ho's poignant and informative description of his dad's struggles with Parkinson brings out starkly not only the physical impairment but the mental pain of dementia patients. It is quite heart wrenching to read the mental torture of not being able to control the flux of mental energy that switches on and off. Knowing that one's body and mind are on accelerated degeneration also leads to panic, anger and depression. The charge of mental energy that comes about when medication takes effect is not a complete relief either because the patient feels he is not really himself as he experiences a "frenetic level of activity" beyond his control. Quoting Andy Ho's description of his father "He felt that his old and real self was 'still inside', imprisoned by a new self that irritatimgly made its presence known to all and sundry through this disharmonious 'outer ' body".
In addition to the above there is also the physical contortions and "involuntary abnormal movements brought about by the medication. "Mind and body were no longer united", the reader can sense the patient's struggle to regain a semblance of his true self. Apparently more people in their 40s are now being diagnosed to suffer from Parkinson disease in Singapore. This brings to mind an ex-colleague in his 50s who is medically boarded out.
We often tell people "Just be yourself". To do that we just need to relax and let our body and mind go with the flow. We have NO problem doing that if we choose to. Isn't that something to treasure and be happy about.
After reading ST writer Andy Ho's article "How dad talked through Parkinson's", the true meaning of the above statement dawned on me. Andy Ho's poignant and informative description of his dad's struggles with Parkinson brings out starkly not only the physical impairment but the mental pain of dementia patients. It is quite heart wrenching to read the mental torture of not being able to control the flux of mental energy that switches on and off. Knowing that one's body and mind are on accelerated degeneration also leads to panic, anger and depression. The charge of mental energy that comes about when medication takes effect is not a complete relief either because the patient feels he is not really himself as he experiences a "frenetic level of activity" beyond his control. Quoting Andy Ho's description of his father "He felt that his old and real self was 'still inside', imprisoned by a new self that irritatimgly made its presence known to all and sundry through this disharmonious 'outer ' body".
In addition to the above there is also the physical contortions and "involuntary abnormal movements brought about by the medication. "Mind and body were no longer united", the reader can sense the patient's struggle to regain a semblance of his true self. Apparently more people in their 40s are now being diagnosed to suffer from Parkinson disease in Singapore. This brings to mind an ex-colleague in his 50s who is medically boarded out.
We often tell people "Just be yourself". To do that we just need to relax and let our body and mind go with the flow. We have NO problem doing that if we choose to. Isn't that something to treasure and be happy about.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
AGM season
It's AGM time again. If I can afford time to attend only ONE AGM it has to be that of Challenger Technologies. This is one of my favourite stocks which has given reasonably good total return over the years. You never ever feel it is a waste of time attending its AGM. For 4 years now when I have been there the same small crowd of faces will be there, maximum about 30 shareholders. It is held at their building in a theatrette where the CEO, CFO and CO Sec sat on a slightly raised platform and the directors sat on the front rows amongst the shareholders. This is so very different from the ballroom setting of blue chip companies' AGM where the top management and directors sit on the stage where they literally talk down at shareholders giving motherhood statements, crackling a joke or two to avoid troublesome questions and occasionally losing patience at long winded trivial ones. At these AGMs you are put in your proper place, ie. a minor shareholder. These large companies usually have separate briefings for analysts.
At Challenger's AGM the same handful of about 5 to 6 investors will not fail to ask insightful questions, which showed that they not only have read the annual report inside out but have also been following the company's development on the sideline. You see this company is never covered by analyst and the stock is tightly held with very low volume traded in the market. Investors hence have to stay alert ie. pay attention and observe its business environment. So very detailed questions relating to sector margins, subsidiary profitability, opening of new outlet rationale, expansion risk, challenges faced, cashflow management etc were raised. The CEO comes across as a very frank, practical and sincere guy who does not smooth talk. At one stage, he exclaimed in Singlish "Wah, so many questions!" Indeed this is one AGM where I can also gather some insight on the toughness in running a medium sized business in Singapore. The CEO spoke about the difficulty of labour shortage and how they overcome by employing retirees who amazingly have extremely good work attitude. He also shared about the challenges of high rental in shopping malls and difficulty in getting a foothold in some. Apparently they waited 5 years to squeeze into Tampines Mall and how there is little room to negotiate for more space than allotted, not to mention the rental.When I heard that, my investor mind straight away thought that REITs must then still be reasonably good investments. Haha capital does not have loyalty and sentimentality.
As it is a small group at the reception, I felt comfortable enough to approach those few investors who from their questions showed that they have followed the business closely, to get their opinion whether they intend to buy more, hold or sell the share. I am a bit surprised that these guys ( two of them in their 30s) seemed to frown upon my question whether the price of the stock is peakish (stretched in valuation) and the right time to sell. They like the CEO and have faith in him. One of them even said that we should attend the AGM annually just to cheer the CEO on and give him the moral support. Wow such loyalty to a stock ? Or could it be something more, perhaps it is an attachment to something like a toyshop, since Challenger can provide a variety of cool gadgets and geek toys. Is that why women are better investors than men?
At Challenger's AGM the same handful of about 5 to 6 investors will not fail to ask insightful questions, which showed that they not only have read the annual report inside out but have also been following the company's development on the sideline. You see this company is never covered by analyst and the stock is tightly held with very low volume traded in the market. Investors hence have to stay alert ie. pay attention and observe its business environment. So very detailed questions relating to sector margins, subsidiary profitability, opening of new outlet rationale, expansion risk, challenges faced, cashflow management etc were raised. The CEO comes across as a very frank, practical and sincere guy who does not smooth talk. At one stage, he exclaimed in Singlish "Wah, so many questions!" Indeed this is one AGM where I can also gather some insight on the toughness in running a medium sized business in Singapore. The CEO spoke about the difficulty of labour shortage and how they overcome by employing retirees who amazingly have extremely good work attitude. He also shared about the challenges of high rental in shopping malls and difficulty in getting a foothold in some. Apparently they waited 5 years to squeeze into Tampines Mall and how there is little room to negotiate for more space than allotted, not to mention the rental.When I heard that, my investor mind straight away thought that REITs must then still be reasonably good investments. Haha capital does not have loyalty and sentimentality.
As it is a small group at the reception, I felt comfortable enough to approach those few investors who from their questions showed that they have followed the business closely, to get their opinion whether they intend to buy more, hold or sell the share. I am a bit surprised that these guys ( two of them in their 30s) seemed to frown upon my question whether the price of the stock is peakish (stretched in valuation) and the right time to sell. They like the CEO and have faith in him. One of them even said that we should attend the AGM annually just to cheer the CEO on and give him the moral support. Wow such loyalty to a stock ? Or could it be something more, perhaps it is an attachment to something like a toyshop, since Challenger can provide a variety of cool gadgets and geek toys. Is that why women are better investors than men?
Saturday, April 6, 2013
I can't Think of a title
Attending a wake tonight., third this year. All are rather sudden deaths in some sense. Sigh... what intensive reminders on impermanence and uncertainty. Now my mind is in a daze.
Only minutes earlier before the phone call from a family friend delivering the unpleasant news, I was reflecting on the article where Tom Plate wrote about his conversation with LKY. I was pondering about how LKY moulded more than a generation of pragmatic utilitarians like him, "almost always in a deliberate rush to achieve...and hated unnecessary delays". I wanted to put the blame on this Singapore upbringing that made it so difficult for me to be lay down the utilitarian template that hanged like a execution block over our heads. I wanted to find a blame on my inability to think, my lack of thinking power, my inadequacy to go deeper into things. I wanted to blame the government for steering us to focus on tangible and material things and busy directing our children to do likewise, hence not having time to daydream.
Then the call, then the daze, then the staring into space.
"Better enjoy life", a comment that spills out almost like a reflex response between my husband and me when news of death and illness is received.
So what now? Stop lamenting? Stop bitching the government? Go enjoy life? Do the things you like most? You like travelling right? Just go, Just dwell on the pleasures. Now you appreciate the government right for making you rich enough to enjoy life before its too late. Hurry, hurry before its too late."He was often in a rush", the writer describes of LKY; and so are We.
However we need to reckon that a day will come when we can no longer hurry to "enjoy life' on a material plane, be it fine food or experiencing new places. If we are lucky enough to live till old age, our six senses will give in. We must start tuning in to a lifestyle when we will be very much alone with own self. Now now ,,,nope nope...don't blame the government for not teaching you how to slow down and be yourself. You have an inherent gift to reflect and dream.
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