Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume..... . . ~Jean de Boufflers

Sunday, February 04, 2007

So it all boils down to this.
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I think we are all materialistic in some sense.
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During the first introductory lesson with my new batch of Biology students this year, I asked each and every one of them to introduce themselves to the class, state a few lines about their hobbies and family and stuffs, and lastly to share with the rest their aspirations and ambitions for at least ten years down the road.
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Not surprisingly, most of them mentioned the urgent need ( or could it be desire? ) to become rich and have lots of money.
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One or two came up with an honest ( or rather cliche ) forecast of spending their future in some third-world country slums and villages as medical doctors.
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A quirky one wanted to open her own bread shop.
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It's not a surprise, really - about those who prefer the company of manna than men. Everything in the world revolves around the greenback.
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But when it hit the present minds of fifteen year old teens that above everything else comes money - now that is shuddering thought to bear, for I can remember vividly what our replies were when our Form Teacher way back in secondary school asked us that same question - none of us could say that we wanted to be rich at that time. Yeah well, we wanted to, of course, but it would be that we rather have richness by wanting to fill the stereotypical roles of doctors, lawyers and engineers.
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Then we'd be rich with a purpose, see?
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Now, being rich is simply an enforced attitude.
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I dare say possessions are careless means of swaying our orientation towards the quality of life, because then we'll never see the other full spectrum of Dr Jekyll - for good and bad times, till moral bankruptcy do mankind part.
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Seriously.