She inhaled the words —
the oxygen for a mind,
clogged in poverty
She inhaled the words —
the oxygen for a mind,
clogged in poverty
Or to be more exact, let’s talk studies and literature.
Some say those two words should never be in the same sentence. And if that’s the case, my whole life is a question mark. Because I study literature. But I don’t have a degree in English literature. I don’t see the point of it.
Too much of conflict in one paragraph?
I’m a literature enthusiast, but I don’t have a paper from a university to certify my interest. I study literature by studying the literature itself. Not the textbooks that other people (who think they have conquered the subject) wrote. Because when it comes to the written word, there’s no one way to understand it. There’s no right or wrong in interpretation.
Our system of education, however, forces students to read, understand, and memorise other people’s ideas. This may seem sensible for science or mathematics. Because those subjects rely on facts, and facts are facts no matter who writes them where.
But literature has more do with individuals. I don’t see the world the same way my mother sees it — even though she showed me the world. When no two people comprehend the same scene in the same way, how sensible is it to thrust one person’s perspective on a larger crowd?
But I love studying literature.
The best think about literature is that the student makes the decision. If you think it’s right, it is. If you think Shakespeare predicted British colonisation in his Tempest, then so be it. You are entitled to your opinion. The literature never tells you what to think. But a degree in literature not only tells you what to think, it also forces you to agree with textbook writers.
And that’s why I see no point in a degree in literature.
Cross-posting from my Medium blog.
How can I thank you?
No problem. Like coffee?
I’d love to meet again.
I’d like that too.
When can I call you?
I’m always free, aren’t you?
You like roses?
Who doesn’t?
Some don’t.
Well, I do.
Red or white?
What do you think?
Plain or embossed?
I want a design. You?
Me too. I like this pair.
I like the silver streaks.
Gold rings, silver linings?
Little things matter, right?
Guess, boy or girl?
Boy, I say. You?
Either way, it’s ours.
And we’ll love it.
You know I love you?
Do you have to say?
Recliner or armchair?
Which is more comfortable?
I don’t know, you tell me.
Recliner. Armchair later maybe.
Aren’t you the boss?
Aren’t you the financier?
Help me, which pill?
Why not keep tabs?
Yes, next time. Tell me now.
Here, this now. That one later.
Thanks. Want some tea?
Why the hell not?
What’s more awkward than owing someone? Somehow though, whenever we say “I owe you,” we don’t think of owing someone something other than money.

Like an apology, for instance.
I owe you an apology. It’s awkward because I don’t realise I owe you. And even if I do, I wouldn’t want to apologise. Because, it’s demeaning.
Unlike owning cash for a petty party we crashed the other night, owing an apology isn’t as fashionable. There’s no pride in it. Sure, people used to frown even when you owed money, but that’s in the past. Now, owing money for a group outing is the posh thing to do. People have come to accept that youngsters spend their money and time on parties and food. It’s only natural.
But to owe an apology, is to make yourself vulnerable. How often do we hesitate at the send button after typing out “sorry”? It’s proof that you’ve been in the wrong, and we hate being wrong. It’s an inherent quality — the obsession with being right, and the ego that prevents us from accepting our mistakes.
No matter how big a personality, looking another person in the eyes, and saying you’re sorry is still too much for far too many people.
But what’s the point of living in a society if we can’t accept it when we’re wrong? What’s wrong with letting down that ego and just say sorry? After all, we’ve got nothing valuable to lose. On the contrary, an apology only shows we’re human, and broad in the mind. If only we can realise that “to err is human,” we wouldn’t let our incorrigible behaviour get in the way of happy co-living.
He estimated wedding costs.
Marriage? Underestimated.