Little Red Dot Press - Walled in ... 15 March 2006

Was on the mrt some time ago, heading back home. Saw some new constructions up and coming while passing Commonwealth MRT.

A thought flashed through my mind, which then snowballed into THIS entry.

We are often surrounded by walls; be it office walls, cubicle walls, walls in your home, toilet walls, prison walls.

But the main point of my thought was not these physical walls, it is more towards the walls we build in ourselves.

Time have proved many instances; the recent furore that erupted over the cartoons of the prophet Mohammed; the racial riots that took Australia, France and even Britain by surprise.

From the varied forms of outbursts that took place in various parts of the world to the local scene where a man was sentenced to a jail term over the abuse of cats, it is not too hard to see these invisible walls. But the crux is: how many of us spot such walls?

If we do not realise the invisibility and strength of these walls, animosity will still persist no matter what, no matter where , no matter how.

From the macro to the micro, from the masses to the individual, the walls of invisibilty have slowly formed, evolved and even fortified against the inflow of the winds of change.

How many times do we witness the stubborness streak of another? How OFTEN do we see our own being stubborn to change the very self that should in the first place?

We can knock down all the physical walls, over time. But if we do not realise how high the walls we have subconsciously built, then to walk out to a new YOU, no amount of effort could tear those walls down.