Archive for January, 2017

Day of liberation

January.22. 2017

Imagine you have a problem, a seemingly intractable problem.

Imagine that you know the answer is not far away, and each day, day after day, you wake up with the feeling that you’re going to find it today.

The days go by, the years go by, but still you are no closer to the answer as the day you started.

Imagine this goes on for thirty years.

And then one day, without warning, it comes to you, the answer that you’ve been waiting for.

It comes quite unexpectedly, in fact you have given up on it, maybe fifteen or so years ago.

After all, thirty years is a long time to wait, an insanely long time. (And those who know of your search have even told you so openly.)

But what is life but a search for answers.

And you think, if someone have told you at the outset that it is going to take thirty years, you would probably have said, f-orget it, but then again, you might not.

Because you’re irresistibly drawn to intractable problems, the more elusive the better.

Because you know the more intractable the problem, the sweeter the day of liberation.

How the times have changed

January.1. 2017

Growing up in Borneo, my favorite time of day was evening. That was when the hot afternoon sun would finally set, giving way to cool breezes and warm nights.

And in the distance, the quiet sounds of evening prayers wafting through the air.

Back in the day, I used to love the sound of those prayers. They spoke to me of a gentle race and a kind and mystical religion.

How the times have changed.

These days, on my occasional trips back to that idyllic place, the prayers no longer waft through the air but blare out from loudspeakers at every corner, as if demanding that you stop whatever you’re doing and listen or else.

And telling you how holy they are. (Much holier than you because unlike you, they pray more times a day.)

And the funny thing is, the louder the prayers get, the more bloody the evening news seem to become.

Is there a connection, I wonder?

These days, when I hear those prayers (you don’t have much choice, they make sure you hear them) they only speak to me of death and destruction.

How the times have changed.