Wednesday, January 27, 2016  

[Life in prison...]

Last night, when I caught a view of the block of flats opposite mine, a thought hit me.

As it was night-time, the people who were home all had their lights on. Mine is a pretty new estate and this is the first time I’ve seen so many lights on in the block opposite mine. The light from inside their flats, coupled with the black window frames, reminded me of one thing.

Prison.

The prisons in Singapore don’t look like that, obviously. But it does look like something out of Prison Break. That’s when it hit me. We spend 8-10 hours a day at work either in a small cubicle or in a small room. Most of us would wish to be anywhere else but there. We have no choice as we need the money to survive. A small, little space we can’t quite leave. That’s prison if you ask me.

At the end of the day, we get off work and go home. Back to another (although bigger by comparison) small space we call “home”. To rest and recharge, to prepare for another soul-sucking, meaningless day at work. So really, we are prisoners in our own home, a “prison” we paid for. And in Singapore, it’s not even really yours. You paid for it, but it’s yours for only 99-years. Lovely.

Is this the way we’re supposed to live? Destined to be stuck at “jobs” that don’t really matter in the long-run and spending whatever free time we have to recharge ourselves, to convince ourselves that it’s not that bad? To spend most of our lives at “work” so we have the resources to enjoy ourselves during the little free time that we have?

There should be more to life than this.

^^^ by Locksley @ 3:14 PM. 2 comments.
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Sunday, January 03, 2016  

[What are you looking at?]


^^^ by Locksley @ 6:25 PM. 0 comments.
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