As I was sourcing through the Internet for some interesting photos, I came across a really classic picture of the world map. It had indications on the languages which are spoken worldwide, the types of land there are, and lots of other information which, of course, half the time, I wouldn't have understood. But in any case, the map kind of sparked my interest of travelling even further. I envisioned myself on a plane, flying from one country to another, kind of like the concept of a nomad. Wouldn't it be great to be born free? I would do anything just to travel like that - if only I had the money. Sadly, at this age, even my savings are not enough to sponsor a trip to Malaysia, heh.
Speaking of dreams (which I'm sure everyone has), it's bizarre to dream of living a life of perfect harmony and luxury. I mean, usually, the richest people are always the ones that are not that happy in some other aspects. Hence, it becomes sort of like a compromise thing. Like, your happiness is compromised in the search of wealth. And ironically, the poorest of the people are usually the ones that are happy and satisfied with whatever they have. Apart from disparity, which is really there, wouldn't we wish that we can have happiness as well as a basic standard of living? Sometimes, as I walk through Arab Street, I do notice some families that looked like they were not that well-off, but the family bond, oh my, it was great. The siblings were friendly and caring towards each other, and the parents are filled with so much joy seeing their children behaving in a certain manner. However, this is not the case when I do travel to the upper-districts, where I see little brats demanding from their poor parents who are at their beck-and-call. I could see that they were unhappy, but then again, I think they think that money buys their kids happiness, hence they would give in to their kids' demands. I pity this group of people.
Seeing the poor and seeing how much they are suffering, I blame the taxpayers. Really. I mean, obviously, the tax is not enough to support the welfare programmes, that's why we still see homeless people around. Maybe it's time the government step up on tax reforms to ensure more equality living, you get what I'm trying to say here?
Baby, you were not the one I knew when we first met four years ago...
Thank God, Alhamdulillah, I live moderately and in happiness. I hope that will be able to continue when I have my own family years down the road. Insya Allah.
Speaking of dreams (which I'm sure everyone has), it's bizarre to dream of living a life of perfect harmony and luxury. I mean, usually, the richest people are always the ones that are not that happy in some other aspects. Hence, it becomes sort of like a compromise thing. Like, your happiness is compromised in the search of wealth. And ironically, the poorest of the people are usually the ones that are happy and satisfied with whatever they have. Apart from disparity, which is really there, wouldn't we wish that we can have happiness as well as a basic standard of living? Sometimes, as I walk through Arab Street, I do notice some families that looked like they were not that well-off, but the family bond, oh my, it was great. The siblings were friendly and caring towards each other, and the parents are filled with so much joy seeing their children behaving in a certain manner. However, this is not the case when I do travel to the upper-districts, where I see little brats demanding from their poor parents who are at their beck-and-call. I could see that they were unhappy, but then again, I think they think that money buys their kids happiness, hence they would give in to their kids' demands. I pity this group of people.
Seeing the poor and seeing how much they are suffering, I blame the taxpayers. Really. I mean, obviously, the tax is not enough to support the welfare programmes, that's why we still see homeless people around. Maybe it's time the government step up on tax reforms to ensure more equality living, you get what I'm trying to say here?
Baby, you were not the one I knew when we first met four years ago...
Thank God, Alhamdulillah, I live moderately and in happiness. I hope that will be able to continue when I have my own family years down the road. Insya Allah.
posted by the essaouira at
9/23/2007 12:25:00 pm
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