Cows are Peace
When I get really, very tired to the point where I start mumbling random things and drooling on my pillow, I can’t sleep. I slip into a semi-conscious state – maybe it’s microsleep, not too sure – and dreams start engulfing my vision while I’m still fully aware of the drool on my pillow. Dreaming while you’re awake.
It’s severely uncomfortable, and you’d have to jolt yourself out of the awkward intensity.
Then fall back into the semi-conscious state, and the dream continues.
I dreamt that I was in a pool, staring upwards from beneath the water. A man was being dangled by his foot, and someone was dipping him up and down. He screamed when his face hit the water – his mouth was moving furiously, trying to yell for help, but silent bubbles instead of words floated out. His face was so contorted in pain that I couldn’t even make out his features. I stared at him beneath the water, and did nothing.
Then suddenly, I was in a playground. The entire 3C class was there. The playground had a bubbly sort of aura exuding from it. I don’t know, the sky seemed bluer and the sand seemed smoother, breathing the air was like swimming in melted mint chocolates and I could hear my classmates laughing in a distance. It was as if we were kids again, and I was playing on the swings. Just then, a cow appeared next to me, fidgeting around in the sand. I got off the swing – Shixiang sat on it – and hugged the cow, it seemed to be hugging me back too.
The drowning man was creepy and I’ve got no idea what it means, maybe I’ll be saving a disfigured pig from slaughter in the near future or whatever [Charlotte's Web!], but after dreaming of the playground, I woke up feeling happy. It’s a pretty sensation. Reality hardly satisfies anyone, but the sun comes out in our imagination.
Being teenage-y emo again, life looks awfully pointless. I can’t bear to think that I’ll be working in some office for the next 50 years, I can’t bear to think that school is slowly killing me by taking away every ounce of energy left in my body. We’re exteriors with no soul. Learning is a wonderful thing, and I’m all for it, but sometimes it consumes our lives, maybe a little too much.
Hell, TK is so absorbed in studying that it doesn’t even celebrate Racial Harmony day. No costumes, no performance, only speaking the pledge in 4 different languages every morning till National Day. I would like to think that school’s taking away my life, but the sad thing is that it’s becoming my life.
I envy cows. The dream made me realise that a cow’s life is synonymous to a child’s. Bliss and simplicity. Ignorance may be the source of bliss, but that isn’t too terrible is it. Ultimately, our lives are no more different than a cow’s, except our approach towards it as we grow older. They live peacfully without a single doubt in the world.
“But all they do is eat grass, get milked, sleep and die,” you may scoff.
And let me guess your daily routine..
Wake up, go to school, eat, go home, sleep and die?
What’s so special about you? Who’s the cow now.
“I’ve got my problems,” you respond uneasily. “My mother nags at me to do housework/homework all day, my brother pesters me relentlessly, my grades are crashing, my girlfriend’s on the verge of dumping me and my friend says I look fat.”
Read it again.
It sounds trivial now, doesn’t it.
We and cows are all slouching towards the same inevitable conclusion, why not live life as the cow does, instead of replacing one worry after another? Life’s a race waiting to be finished. Would you rather beat yourself up to the point of fatigue and suffering with only a few strokes of happy moments to celebrate, or finish last, undisturbed and blithe?
I don’t know, to me, we ought to free to do what we want.
The reason why I loathe school is because they make it compulsory to do whatever they tell you to do. All for naught.
Especially secondary school, the teachers are exceptionally anal.
They’re overly keen on hunting you down. Skipped a lesson? Hunt hunt hunt, they will. I’m awed by the lengths which they will go to.
Discipline. The word makes no sense to me, I mean, what is it for? Think.
But of course, we all hate freedom.
Ah, that’s another issue which I’ll blog about next time. Right now, the more I type, the more nonsensical the words are becoming.
So, maybe instead of whining over nothing all the time, cows should be our role models.
Just.. Be happy. And stop being angry over things which we have created out of nothing. Be peaceful with our mundane lives.
Who knows, we might actually be contented with life.
yeah