The Little Prince (for those who have not read it)
Saturday night...i finally finished the book i borrowed from David, one month ago? maybe i dont fully understand it yet. its a nice book tho, its the one the 2nd sem 101 students did and apparently a few people cried at the end. wow. im jealous. hehe nolah. well Leonard did say something like 'the thing about literature is that everyone interprets it differently.' sorry if i misquotedyeah THIS book --->
..it reminds people of whats really important in life. i think when we grow up we are soo preoccupied with things, with work, getting good grades, social life...sometimes maybe we overlook what is really important? i dont know. we study because we want to get good jobs, get cash, have a family, but then why dont we question, why are we here? what can we do? how can we achieve self-actualization? what is our fullest potential? will my life be like the lives of so many people around me? so dead , so monotonous, we just live..u know? we chase what society tells us is what we are supposed to chase, we do what has been thrown upon us as what we should do but why are we doing all this? i mean, im thinking, if i keep doing this, when i die, is this all worth doing? what if i dont find satisfaction when time is up leh? what if i cant find the answers to the questions i have, what if i get so caught up i become ignorant towards those questions and like so many people, the questions get pushed back in my mind and..ahhhh im ranting again...goodness this is what happens when one goes for too many psycho classes
NEWAY read the following lah I think its quite interesting but thats just my opinion:
Excerpt 1)
Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.
In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."
I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this:
I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:
The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
Excerpt 2)
" No one is ever satisfied where he is," the switchman said.
And a third brightly lit express train thundered pass.
"Are they chasing the first travellers?" asked the little prince.
"They're not chasing anything. They are sleeping in there, or else they are yawning. Only the children are pressing their noses against the windowpanes."
"Only the children know what they are looking for. They spend their time on a rag doll and it becomes very important, and if its taken away from them, they cry.."
"They're lucky," the switchman said.
...
"People start out on express trains, but they no longer know what they are looking for. Then they get all excited and rush around in circles...its not worth the trouble" (the little prince)
Excerpt 3)
[tamed= to create ties]
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And here's my secret. It's quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes...People have forgotten the truth. But you musnt forget it. You become responsible for whatever you've tamed..."
posted by eDine @ 9:28 AM
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