Every man is different,
Every man is the same.
We are all that kid in the corner,
That bloke on the street.
We all seek deeper meaning,
Be part of something bigger than ourselves.
We all trod our own journeys,
Choose difficult paths in our lives.
We all want to gain acceptance,
To love, and be loved.
We all want to find friendship,
Be able to trust others.
We all want something to believe in,
Hope and wish and pray.
We all have to sacrifice things,
Pay the price for what seems right.
We all hurt and cry,
Wishing that life was simpler.
We all make and break promises,
Face disappointment when it comes knocking.
We are all that kid in the corner,
That bloke on the street.
For every man is different,
And every man is the same.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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reading your blog tells me that you are maturing. You are now poet and philosopher rolls into one.
wow.. I love this one =)
Amazing isn't it, that the CEO at the top and the cleaning lady in the masses seek the same thing: love, acceptance, trust and something to strive for.
It's frankly slightly tragic, and makes you wonder why we work so hard to climb the ladder of success only to find that it just fills you with the same empty feeling.
What then makes a person a man (or woman)? Perhaps it lies not in gaining self-glory, but in seeing the worth in ourselves in relation to others. "Thank you for being here" is better than a million-dollar cheque.
Okay maybe not a million dollars. Ten thousand dollars, maybe ;p
Dad, Huey Sing... Thanks.. =D
Hey Julia I like your thoughts on the matter.
People are so caught up in corporate success that they forget certain things.
When we get to the top of the ladder we gain whatever lies up there. But we're still the same person, with the same worth as a person. I think that we have to develop ourselves on the personal level as well, and "achieve" things there too, so to say.
Progress can be defined in many ways, and can be spread over many areas. Not all progress leads to fulfillment, and fulfillment does not always lead to satisfaction, which is ultimately what we want.
But we're never satisfied.
Greedy beings aren't we?
Maybe we should just learn to accept the fact that we'll never truly have everything and just make do with what we have... Be satisfied with the things we do have. Not that I'm saying we should be placid. Just that success, doesn't mean we've succeeded.
By the way I was back up singing last week and if any of you caught me typing into my phone up there, well, it was the first four lines of this poem. Please do forgive me.
=D
Aptly put, Sam, that we have to develop ourselves on a personal level too. I'm not one to undermine corporate success (you think?) but more often than not the emptiness creeps in when we don't feed other parts of our lives.
One Friday I dragged myself to the comforts of cell group after a harsh week, and BengKeat asked his baby daughter to give me a peck on the cheek. She did. I melted. The father said it was to make the week go easier. It worked.
I'm not saying I want a baby (!) but that there is much value in feeding our souls. I think us city folks shouldn't lose sight of that.
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