展翅,在夕阳的轮廓里

幻想,是何等伟大的事业
将一代人卷入那空灵之中
在苏醒的时候,才发觉,
原来他们已被时间抛在了后头,成为了历史
黑格尔说得对:
密涅瓦的猫头鹰只在黄昏起飞
可叹的是,
世人只知以自己的生理年龄来判断个人思想的时辰……


2011年2月1日星期二

Lost

It's been a long time since I felt such a sense of loss. Or I should say, it's probably the first time I ever felt so lost.

Reality feels unreal. There is a lack of texture to its entire makeup. A big gap is waiting to be filled in my heart. Never in my life have I felt so deeply immersed in self-denied acceptance of who I feel I am.

Staring into blank space, I am compelled to keep my thoughts going. Friendship first comes to mind. Where have my old friends gone? Why does it feel so difficult to sustain a proper 2-hr conversation with close friends whom I meet up with? And how much worth is there in investing so much time on new-found relationships that might not even withstand the test of time anyway?

There is nothing to fear in the sense of solitude, since I know even a lone soul can bask in rejoice. But when memory fails me - when I look at words written in the past years and find myself not being able to remember those episodes, or not being able to experience those intense emotions at the critical moments, that's when I really feel alarmed. Life cannot and ought not simply proceed forward in a continuous, linear fashion. Without reminiscence, or the ability to do so, where is the value in life lived? Where does one find the confidence for self-assertion?

Moreover, how can I become a competent teacher if I have nothing left to fall back on? Moving forward, I ask myself, what is it I want for my future generation? Surprisingly I find no answer - at least, I am not strongly convinced by any of the responses that come to mind. Those convictions that determine a well-lived life for my own existence cannot be easily extrapolated to fit the younger ones, for the simple reason that I am neither totally pragmatic or eclectic - definitive values that is commonly seen as characteristic of mainstream Singapore. I mean, it is scary when you see two toddlers playing with each other, and the first thought that surfaces is not hope or cuteness but how they are going to end up as competitors for money, scholarships, social mobility, resources and any other factors that underlie notions of success in the globalized market economy. Yet I know that this is the reality we face as young Singaporeans. I am thus perplexed by what has always been in the evolution of our species, and what constitute novelty in the 21st-century context. As such, I have no idea if we are really going the right direction in the way we are framing our responses and policies to the civic, moral, ethical and ontological needs of our era. Am I even asking the right questions - that is the question.

Old networks awaiting renewal, new relationships in need of strengthening; Old memories disintegrating, new memories unrecorded and unaccounted for; Insufficient faith in old convictions meeting the expectations of a new brand of modernism transcending cultural and national borders - how can I not feel bothered? How do I find myself?

I am seriously lost, in my own thoughts, in my own world.