Basic Purpose

Hi

It’s been day 5.5 since i last went to work/or since i’ve been on leave – perspective – and I swear it feels like day 50. I’m totally cool with not working – that is if i have something ELSE to do, but no…not having anything consequential to do is stagnant at best, severely detrimental otherwise.

(Mental note to self: DON’T take so much leave at one go again, unless you’re planning to go overseas, or planning to take over the world.)

Actually, I HAVE been doing things. Many in fact. On top of going out every day except today, I’ve been diligently waking up before 830 (awesome ikr, except for one), reading Bild, working on apps, reading Time Traveler’s Wife and watching classic films. They are not too bad activities while they last, but just leave a huge void of purpose thereafter.

SO. May I suggest what we all need here is some purpose? Purpose, not as in i-am-who-i-am-to-be-a-difference-to-the-world – that’s for later – but just basic purpose. Like what keeps me going to work every morning is the prospect of going home every evening, or like what keeps me going through Mondays to Fridays is looking forward to Saturdays and Sundays, or like what keeps me going through NS is the prospect of ORDing in around one year.

Ahha convoluted enough, but hey, it works! Beats complaining.

Letter of Realisation and Apology

TRUTH: We often become the very people we once criticised. So to save yourself from the pain of realising it YOURSELF, learn from mine, would you rather?

Dear random-girl-who-love-KDrama-especially-those-mindless-love-shows-and-would-sit-at-home-watching-them-all-day,

I’m sorry.

You deserve my sincerest apologies for having damn straightfacedly criticised your conscious escape from reality with Korean dramas that otherwise are just impossible. While I still do not condone the fact that you’ve wasted much time trying to imagine you have 4 hot and rich guys chasing after you (oh pls come on), I’m thankful you’ve gone ahead of me and made me realise that I’m no different. In fact I could be worse for making the same mistake.

You see, while your escape-from-reality pill (thereby mentioned as EFR pill) is K Drama, mine ist a much better series of How I Met Your Mother (VIRTUAL HIGH 5 COME ON).

(Actually if you happen to like both, you REALLY need to do something with your life. And i don’t mean just studying)

Like you, I started taking my EFR pill because my friend introduced it to me and said it’d be a good watch (always starts innocently). Well, initially, it wasn’t me that liked it, just my subconscious mind that eventually consumed my entire being into it. And from there on, you begin to live on the pill and its ideals.

Y0u eat the pill because you know outside of the pill, your life is as mundane as it gets. Your friends are as boring as they get, and the 4 guys that are chasing you, are just either rich, hot, smart, or charismatic – all mutually exclusive. And yes, outside of my pill, my life is as mundane as it gets too. My “gang” of friends are all guys, no hot Candian chick, no sweet loving couple, and no Awesome friend. For that matter, we live on average 10 MRT stations away from the nearest bar, and alcohol costs 50212348123 times more. And the worse part, each episode sums up like this –

“NS sucks”

…

“Oh y’think”

…

“Oh, bout that…”

So you see, just like you, i’ve found this the perfect way to escape into an alternate universe of make-believe-awesomeness, where random sitcom-worthy stuffs happens all the time. Yet, ultimately, when you’re done with the last episode you downloaded, you sense the void in you that seems to eat you inside out.

I guess what I’m saying is that – we need to move on after all them seasons and episodes. You need to get up and create your own destiny, your own happiness and own love, while I, well, go create some real sitcom-ish moments in life. We create our unfortunately broken reality because we can’t survive on ideals alone, which is why literature is ANALYSED, not INTERNALISED. Most importantly, when you see a fellow friend being sucked into the deep abyss of escapism, don’t crticise. Tell him/her your story about how after running away for too long, the only way forward is to turn back and come home. It’s true we all need somewhere to run to, to empathise and to idealise, but just remember to come back when you’ve had enough.

Regards,

Me