I was just watching by the corner a few days ago as I observed my Dad clear the water in the fish thing. Water would be sucked out by a pump and the mouth of the hose will be submerged into the water while the water gets sucked out.
It would be an inalienable act for the fishes to swim over to the other side of the tank in order to avoid the foreign object. Many fishes as expected did so. The observation hitherto was boring as i thought it was sort of predictable behaviour and i obviously didn't share the same interest as the old man, who could sit in a chair, mesmerised by his fishes. Soon, a gold fish swam over to the side with the hose. Choosing to believe that the fish would have been intelligent enough to avoid the hose, I sat by observing the scene. It swam around the hose curiously and soon, it got "sucked" by the hose. Its body was at the hose and it struggled. Fortunate for the fish, it was big enough not to have been sucked into the mouth of the hose. After a big thug, the fish managed to struggle itself away from the hose. Its body however was slightly hurt as I noticed a portion of its scale dropping off. The goldfish swam off nonchalantly and soon joined the others, swimming around as though nothing happened.
My father who was also watching from the back felt kind of hurt as his poor fish was hurt in the event.
Isn't this scenario like our lives? Often, we play with fire and get ourselves hurt. Yet we, who are the ones getting hurt behave as if nothing had happened. Our parents, who are often the ones clear up our mess, notice our mistakes and they too feel hurt. We are just like the Goldfish, making messes in our lives and always harbouring the thought that our parents, who in this case are the owners, would clear the mess and we do this so often that it seems mandatory to us. After a mistake, we apologise and continue as per normal and sometimes, we even make promises to our parents, promises like us concentrating on our studies and never commiting the mistake again. We however, often break these promises and we commit these mistakes over and over again. As teenagers, we don't often learn from our mistakes and often falter, losing our footing on the good foundations which our parents advocate and commiting these same mistakes again. Our parents, who can only guide us through this walk of life, are the ones feeling despondent about our wrongdoings. We fall into these traps of sin over and over again and but our parents love for us never falters, unlike everything else in this cruel world.
We often behave with recalcitrance and we're often unreceptive to the teachings from our parents. Instead, opening our ears and learning from them, we find them naggy and we tell them off, speaking of them as being too traditional, being away from this modern society. I am definitely guilty of such behaviour as i often quarrel with my Dad, telling him not to think like we're in his era. I am very grateful to my parents as they guide me through this path patiently but yet strictly. Despite messing up my year in Secondary one where i horsed around everyday, my parents never gave up hope on me. Even after they got the call telling them that i had to receive caning for cheating in Geography for the End of Year Examination, they never gave up hope on me, or left me in the lurch but instead encouraged me to press on.
How could anyone comprehend such unfailing love? How can anyone be adamant towards this love?
This is a song by lifehouse which really relates to me now.
Okay, gonna go and collect a guitar Pedal from Boon Keng now.
Goodbye.
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