Monday, February 28, 2011
I'm a 20 year-old...kid :) Look at how crowded my cupboard has become!
A very common, applicable to all kids who has ever stepped into school, is the time when your teacher asks you to write a composition titled "My Ambition". Since young, we've been taught (or rather expected) to have a goal in mind, a dream job to achieve, an ideal state of happiness that we all aspire to reach. Its like the essence of it is to let us know that we have to grow up, to make us grow up. But is there a black-and-white rule that states at a "this" age a kid must know what he wants in life?
With this "ambition" imbue in us, we grow up, working our way through the education system so that we can attain that status. Though some of us throughout the way might have gained new insights that sway our original mindsets, it still dosen't stray us away from the path of achieving this "ambition". Sounds like an ideal world huh.
But many a times, practicality of life sets in. You might say you don't like it, but that's life. For purposes such as earning enough to support your future family, or even to conform to society's norm, there are times when we must give up the ambition of ours, to take on the tasks of a stable 8-5 job. A job nonetheless, but less desire in it. No doubt having such a job could possibly provide you with the ideal "ambition"(as society deems), of having enough money which many links to luxury, but is this really The Ambition.
I'm not saying that a 8-5 job office job is bad, nor even those who have high paying non-office jobs. I'm just questioning that through this life journey we all take, how many of us actually miss out on the initial, the very first budding thought that springs into our mind when we form this ambition, when we were only kids.
As kids, all we wanted was to do something fun, something interesting, something that we feel will make us happy. An astronaut to explore the vast space, a sailor to plough through the waves, a pilot to soar the skies, or even a meaningful job like a fireman to be the hero and save the lives of many in need. These were what we deemed as fun, as what we wanted. There might even be ppl who aspire to have a 8-5job. But by the ups and downs of life, we learn that fun isn't always the way. There are more important things than fun, which is kinda sad. It's not that we dun want fun, its we can't. From somehing so pure as a kid's wish, it gets contorted to suit the norm.
So to those who are lucky enough to be able to serve the job of their childhood dreams, good for you. Otherwise, we seek happiness from other sources, material goods mostly, judging our happiness by the things you can actually touch and feel. The loss of the flare of a kid's ambition, is what makes some deem the adult world as cold. This is just a question of what we are all working so hard for, maybe even a deeper question of are we conforming to society's norm. While you might have an answer now, I'm sad to say in the end its still gonna be wrong, for practicality is the issue at hand.
Its what we have do to survive, not to live.
Here's an analogy for you:
I ask you to picture an image of a kid's room, what do you see. A room that's brightly coloured possibly, covered from ceiling to floor with colours that makes even the rainbow shy. A bed either of a designed frame that looks like a sports car for a boy or pinkish bed sheets with princesses printed all over it for the girl. Soft toys of animal could be seen bordering the bed, lucky the kid is still small enough to fit in. Played toys strewn all over the floor, the mess but a sign of the fun the kid was having. This is a room of wants.
An adult's room. Deemly coloured normally, with colours more "soothing" to the eye, like white wash or credits to the "funky" maybe even purple. A bed with bedsheets nicely straightened out, the pattern looking very classy. In the corner you have the multi-purpose desk. Make-up accessories littered all over it, a laptop propped up with its screen flashing 24/7. A wardrobe with 99% working clothes, not including those office wear that you might deem casual enough for outings. This is the room you need.
Now comes the elderly's room. An image of "old" comes into mind. Dust, dirt and grim. Brown is naturally the colour associated with such. But look beyond all that, if you have the "courage" to explore, its all because of all the things inside. All the things that the elderly prioritise as important, more important than the comfort that the idea of a large living space can offer. Boxes of books, accessories, photo albums, maybe even of soft toys. Its these things that are so valauble that they are willing to sacrifice the happiness of material wealth, or maybe its because they've realized. These are the things that they ultimately want, or at least hold memories what they once desired for. After working so long and hard through their lives, they've only filled the huge house until they are surrounded, surrounded by what they initially knew was what they wanted. This is the room they live in.
Let the kids sing and play,
so that we hear them,
as we once were too.
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Ok I didn't the above "inspirational" post to get so long. It was just a one liner that spawned in my head when I thinking of how I wanted to blog bout my new gundam, then somehow it extended to this 1hour long intro. But I've decided to shift it infront so that you readers can have the choice of skipping this lower part, cos it dosen't interest u.
Recently got a new addition to my gundm collection, 1/144 HG 00 Qan[T]. Its a new gundam from the 00 movie, but that's not the point. The point is that I nearly forgot the joy of fixing a gundam sia...OMG. It's been almost like close to 10 months since I built a gundam. It almost felt foreign at first. But luckily, the joy of sitting down for hours, slowly detailing the pieces with the marker and then joining them all together is something I haven't forgotten. 
Imba huge sword. Notice the black lines on the legs, those are hand drawn :)
Another look at the sword, in gun mode.
Ya that's just me. I like such things since I was young, and am proud to say that up till now, at the age of 20 I still treasure these. I don't find anything wrong with enjoying modelling, its a proper hobby. Its the joy of seeing something slowly form in your hands, and you know that you have put the effort into creating every single piece of it.
Maybe its not even modelling that I like, maybe I just like gundams. I've always been attracted to such shows, admittedly said in some previous post long long ago too. Even till now I'm still catching up on the current Super Sentai and Kamen rider (Japanese power rngers and masked riders) series. So what if I'm 20? Can't I watch such shows. Its nice(well not 100% of thetime) and its entertaining, that's why I watch it. I dun expect everyone to understand the joy of watching such shows, just like I dun expect everyone to appreciate the art of modelling. But the main thing is, I dun need to. I'm doing these things for myself, cos I want to. I enjoy doing these. So if any of you readers dun understand, not my problem ;p HAHA.
Bokuwa Gundam!
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