Responsibility happens to run in the family.
From my father's time, he has played an integral role of being the bread winner for the whole family of 6, currently expanded to 12 including my mom's ugly dog.
It is undeniable that such dedication requires more than perseverence itself.
Right from my grandparents to the pathetic dog that's guarding my home, they all have 1 thing in common.
RESPONSIBILITY.
There's this time I reached home at 4 in the morning and as i entered the front gate... that ugly dog barked at me.
At a closer look, that aint my dog!
That's some ugly yellow dog pretending to be my dog!
And as i ponder the whereabout of my dog, it then struck me...
That must be a replacement guard dog my dog hired to hold his post while he is out doing his groceries shopping.
Such responsibility can only be found within the residence of Koe.
It gives no exception to me.
Being raised in a glass house, I was nurtured with awe inspiring thought that proclaims morality to a whole new level.
Ok... not to the extend of saint, but responsibility is definitely one of my personal attribute.
Having a great deal of responsibility causes more harm than good itself.
Very often responsibility is a weakness...
Being subdued in a weakness one could never reckon with.
The contraction in where an attribute appears to be a taint marked upon your soul.
Thus it is the fate of Koe to be grealy exploited by inhumane act of deception in a world filled with lies and hypocricy.
Sigh...
We are bonded with a certain level of responsibility the very day we were manufactured.
Out of the very factory itself, the uterus, we were already implanted with a chip so fine, it's impossible to detect yet it still fuctions from time to time with it's preset programming.
However the programming is different according to individuals.
Yet, the fact remains that one could never escape from responsibility.
Being a student, you're in responsibility for scoring an A.
Being a parent, you're in responsibility to raise your kids.
Being a husband, you're in the role of playing a court jester for your wife.
Even by being a beggar, you're in subjection of the beggars' code of honor, thou shall not beg in one's territory.
Sigh...sometimes... you just wish you're senile.
Living in a world of joy...
Living in a world of dreams...
Living in a world of absolute freedom...
Unchained from the bolt and lock which is responsibility itself.
I envy ppl with demented mentality.
ooo look, it's 5 am now.
Struck with guilt, responsibility sets in, release a swarm of self-conflicting thoughts, sending signals to the centre control, activating the chip...
Telling me... It's my responsibility to be a loving son early next morning to accompany my parents for dim sum, thus the need to sleep.
sigh...