There's 2 things I wanna share really.. One is something of sheer disappointment, the other something of sheer joy. Two contrasting issues.
Let's start with the good news. This Wednesday is gonna be the day that I will be rid of my spectacles. For good I hope. I will be going for LASIK and hope to have as close to a perfect eyesight as possible. My astigmatism is high while my corrective degree is slowly increasing. I hope by going for LASIK, I can have a better quality of life and not be so dependent on my specs to live my life.
It wasn't an easy decision actually. I was worried about the procedure itself. Seems very scary. To know that you'll be awake throughout the procedure and is able to see, but not feel, doesn't make me feel any better. But I guess I am overly-worried. I know of many friends who have done it and they are doing quite well now. Seeing things through their own eyes - literally.
So will share more of my experience once I can.
The second thing I want to share is something philosophical. About family. In simple terms, a societal unit made up of one or more parent(s) and their child(ren).
I just wonder why God made it possible for each and everyone of us to be to have families when not all of us knows how to appreciate and enjoy the bliss that comes with having a family.
I take pride in being part of my family. We didn't exactly have the best of everything but we managed to eke out a living and enjoy whatever we could. Of course, things were not always smooth, but it wasn't always rough either. Whatever happened to my family, I feel a sense of responsibility. If it was something good, I feel proud. And if it was something less desirable, I might feel embarassed or even ashamed.
And embarassed is exactly what I am feeling now. To know that someone in my extended family could so easily choose to turn things around and pretend that the world had done them wrong. To showcase their stupidity and yet be proud and strutting around like a peacock in a garden, makes my gut feel wrenched. I just can't help feeling how the mud has been smeared on my own family even though we played no part in the facade that lasted while it did.
I wished that I didn't have to know them. Nor be affiliated with them. I wished that the distance between our families could be made wider and wider. I kept asking myself whether there was even one little thing that could persuade me that they are not what they appear to be. But I couldn't find any.
Over the years, they have proven time and again, what they can really do to achieve their sense of satisfaction. Hurting those around them is their forte. And for those around them who foolishly think that they will change for the better, they have been proven wrong time and again and again.
It's such a pity. Through experience, we become better people but I guess it's not the same for everyone. By virtue of blood alone, are we related yet we are worlds apart. I hope that if they have even an ounce of decency still left, please behave like a normal family would. That's all I ask for.
