Sau

    From the very moment I became eighteen, the fragrance of my life and the world I am living in has changed. When I was seventeen, I have felt the scent of maturity, going closer to the edge of being an adult. I have felt the responsibility for myself and my life. Now, at the point of me being an eighteen years old high school kid, I see the broader scope of that responsibility. I am actually conducting my life in a way which nobody can expect, including me. I am paving it up. Slowly and gradually, I see myself becoming lenient. No more to the morals that were so deeply ingrained in me seem as important. I used to be that A-student. My mom never so much cared about much of what I did so long as my report card like my dad’s monthly salary had the right numbers on them. At school, I am a bright kid, friendly to everyone, an extrovert – but in the inside, my soul festers more and more each day. I cannot break down into tears, because I know that I won’t be able to stand ...

Capitalism is known to be a great method that gives everyone a chance to reach their potential. It is supposed to let the one who puts the effort gains the crown. However, this is reexamined by the story of Carlos, a very smart poor boy. Capitalism kills them and oppresses them, under the ideological condition for the fair equality: give effort then, you will own the crown. Everyone has their own problems and their own obstacles. Life is hard for everyone. However, the result and the burden of the obstacles for a child are very dependent to his/her financial status quo. The weight of the obstacles the poor kids go through is way much heavier than the rich kids. The criticism about this should not lead to the black and white conclusion: the absolute sympathy for the poor and the absolute neglect for the rich. The poor kid and the rich kid are both fragile human beings we cannot estimate their pain neither absolutely nor relatively. However, we can strongly point out the structure...

       The imperfection of a human makes a human perfect. Human is perfectly imperfect. I believe the perfection that a human tries to approach determines one’s color and idea. In perfectionism, there is no right or wrong answer. I doubt with the existence of ultimate truth, too. However, the approach that a human makes to what ze thinks is perfect is the attitude, I believe, that we should have. This does not mean that ze should make no mistake. It means the one should make best effort to voice and burst out his/her color and ideas, trying to color the world with his/her existence. This leads me to two questions: what if the idea that the one bursts is wrong, or will be wrong in the future; why should the one try hard to make a best effort for the burst.   I feel naïve for all the possibilities of answers. Thinking about how the ultimate truth (if it does exist) would criticize the perspective that I hold makes me naïve. For instance, the concept of ...