"Finally!" I mumbled. After I completed twenty nerve wrecking Math problem sums, I grabbed a pair of house keys off the coffee table in the living room. Just as I was heading out the door, my mother's voice came from the kitchen, "Where are you going? Have you finished your homework?"
"Yes, Mum!" I answered, "I'm going to the library!"
I ran out the door with freedom. Naggy Mother, I thought. I headed down the flight of stairs whistling happily. Sprinting, I ran for the library, which was like across the street. But for a person who failed her NAPFA Test twice, I was panting by the time I reached the void deck. My glasses! I suddenly remembered, shocked. Oh, never mind, I just needed some good air-conditioning.
Just when I was about to cross the street, I noticed a man with a bald head five metres behind me. Or did he have hair the same colour as his skin? I told you I wasn't wearing glasses. After I crossed the busy street, he also crossed. "This is bad," I thought, "I'm being followed!" I quickened my pace He quickened his pace. I started running! I sprinted like a pig! He sprinted like a cheetah!
He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. "Aahh! What do you want from me you bald freak?" I screamed. The man looked hurt. "Calm down. I just wanted to tell you your keys "ran away"!" The "bald freak" said and smiled as he held up my familiar house keys.
"Oh....um...sorry," was all I could say. The guy smiled and showed all his ten yellow teeth. He then walked away. I stared after him, feeling small and embarrassed. From then on, I learnt an important lesson - not to judge a person by the amount of hair on his or her head, especially if I wasn't wearing glasses!
Isn't it interesting...
we were born without biasness. it doesn't matter colour, gender, looks, nationality, rank, financial situation nor capabilities... we just saw human forms with our little eyes. we touch with our little hands. and we feel with our little heart - filled with love and passion and hope.
as we grew older, we learnt from our environment, from our parents, from the people around us. we began to wear coloured spectacles, filtered lenses, skewed eyepieces. no longer did colour look the same. no longer did faces seem alike. no longer were people equal. and we began to treat different people differently, as we now see them differently. we saw with our little eyes, now shielded with protection. we touch with our little hands, selectively. we feel with our little heart - loved lesser, passion dwindled, and hope diminishing.
as we grew up, we began to force others to see with our lenses. we place unfair labels on people who are different. we began to make demands and have expectations. and those who fall short of them are condemned. yet we still think it's right. because that's the way society is like. that's how most everyone else does things. or is it really? our eyes now bigger yet duller. our hands larger yet colder. our heart stronger yet number.
what happened?
