Everyone seems to be moving on, going forward and embracing new challenges, new experiences. Mortgages, parenthood, marriage... Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who hasn't grown up with the rest of them. Left behind in a different dimension as the world continues its daily struggles with life itself. It is not such a bad thing to grow up slowly. There are times where I look back and regret the eagerness to embrace adulthood. In the end, perhaps my blog was more accurately named than I could have perceived.
Today, I walked a path many tourists walk in my city and found that it is no longer the path I once walked when I was a child. The landscape, while still recognizable, has changed with time: new buildings, new signboards, new skyline... As Sam Ewing puts it - "When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood." Z and I discussed this topic during our walk and realized that we both felt the same in that what had started with the enhancing of the skyline changed our community as a whole. As a result, our city's people culture has evolved and regrettably, not for the good. It shames me to admit that we are slowly but surely mimicking some of the cruder mannerisms of our bordering neighbours and it saddens me that one day I might have to leave this city - the beloved city which I grew up in - if only to save myself from being sucked into this impostor, this shadow of a greatness our people used to be.
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