Memories

How many of you played gameboy when you were young, and still remember the games that you played? I'm sure most would. I remember playing Worms Armageddon on Arms Race with my cousins and Gwin, clearing Crash Bandicoot 3: WARPED (Damn that game was fun) in one day because the memory card was screwy, defeating the Elite Four the same day we got Pikachu, learning about the secret path at the start of Super Mario World Stage 1-3 from my Sis, watching my bro beat Volley Fire and go to Level 5 on Solar Striker before dying to the boss (Damn, that game is an absolute pain. Level 4's final boss is mad. o_O), playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with my bro when I was really young on some system using cartridges (Hey, it's so long ago, who knows what it could be. I'm guessing SNES though)

Sigh, those were the days eh. Oh well, I patiently wait for KH2, Xeno 3, Disgaea 2, while having mixed thoughts on FF XII. Any other games I should look out for? Nah, KH2 is like the big thing.

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There are certain things in life that make you smile. A bunch of blooming flowers, a flock of free birds, a couple together, a younger sister whacking her elder bro lightly in a "I dun fwen you anymor!" kind of manner (What? I'm serious. >_>). For me, one of them is seeing the smile of children. (Recalls the Ng Yew Hock =/= MJ picture)

Returning from 3rd lang on Thursday via MRT, I noticed that on one of the seats was a little girl (Her dad gave her the seat and thus was standing up) playing with her dad's handphone. Every once in a while, she would smile and go like "Daddy! Look!" and show her dad what she managed to do with ze handphone, be it go into cameraphone mode, open the inbox, etc, 5 minutes inbetween each. And everytime she did something the people who noticed her presence smiled too.

But seriously, if SZ suddenly went "YAY I FIGURED OUT HOW TO GO INTO CAMERAPHONE" all of us would whack our heads and sigh in disappointment instead of going "YAY SZ YOU WENT INTO CAMERAPHONE" right?

Children bear an innocence and ignorance no longer apparent in the lives of those older: students, parents, teachers, workers, government dogs, et cetera. This innate innocence and ignorance allows for one to bear happiness in non-happy things, and derive happiness from simple pleasures. Why do we smile at them, then? Because they have what we have not? Because of reminiscence? Or a foreshadowing, knowing what the child will face in the future, and smiling at his/her bliss of the present?

Why have we lost this ignorance and innocence? It is the bound of society. Those marked by it are those who have lost the innocence, and gained the knowledge at expanse of happiness. They speak of prophecy and realization, saying that the world is a inhumane place, and bear escapades into their own world. They justify the existence of their illusion, saying that it is their utopia, and the world is too saddening a place for them to live and function in happily.

These people are at the Nigredo (Jungian psychology), and have not plunged deep enough; they have not met the whitening. Those who have can see the light in the darkness, for they have crossed the darkest of tunnels and know the light is not but an illusion. They need not create a fake end of the tunnel, they just look harder for the real one. And when they find the truest of lights, they can do naught to help those still wandering in the caves, for they can see none in the darkness; only themselves and the light of their hallucinations.

Would a miner paint lead white and justify his actions as not being able to find silver, when facing those whom have dug deeper and found the valuable material? Similarly, should a lost man stay in his cave playing with shadow dances, and explain that it is his reality for the cave cannot be gone out of, when met up with those who tell him to move on and find the way out?

The jewel has been lost in matter
and everybody is looking for it.

Some look for it in the east
and some in the west,
some in water
and some among stones.

But the servant Kabir
has found its value
and has it wrapped with care
in the seam of the mantle of his heart.

R. Tagore, Kabir 72