Well, I just feel like I’ve changed and that needs a personal acknowledgement. I think the girl with romantic fantasies is no longer there. And, all it took me was a ride home to change my outlook on the Cinderella love life I kept talking about. College kept me trapped in a bubble but I know that for one thing that love changes in form. At present, I believe that love stands for dependence and acceptance. But, we’re human beings and we’re not the same person every single day. So, who knows what my outlook on love will be a fortnight later? After all, love is just like a form-fitting liquid that shows its different faces during different situations, and ain’t it true?
Oh Tumblr, how much have I missed thee…
Anyhow, the last couple of days have kept me very busy. Leaving CPD and coming to Korea, which includes all the associated plans, have indeed kept me very busy – busier than I would ever like to be. And, I dare say, my flight to Korea wasn’t my most delightful experience, but I did get to meet some new people and learnt about their experiences. That indeed made me glad.
Anyhow, I observed some interesting, and yet possibly known things, during my flight to Incheon. Indeed, no matter where we go, the color gradient aspect really frightens me. I’ve been talking to a dear friend of mine [Ellen] previously. Everywhere, it goes like this: white>yellow>brown>black and I’m not stating this out of any adverse intentions or I don’t intend to point fingers at any specific person either. But, you will probably see a yellow-skinned person having a better regard for a white-skinned person as opposed to a brown-skinned one. And, that is how the world runs. I’ve seen a Bangladeshi person getting scorned inside the airport subway but the Norwegian person was actually being revered at the same instant. I wish God had given us a brush to paint over the prejudice solely based on the skin color of a person.
There this one typical habit amongst Koreans that amused me. During my transit at Hong Kong and also after coming to Korea, I realized the extent of obsession with home-shopping networks on the part of Korean ladies. Well, it was just interesting. Other than that, I got to meet a lot of people in Korea and my matched Korean buddy helped me a lot. And, everything else, just speaking from the experiences of the first day, things in Korea are really cute… cuter than they should possibly be.
First day: the feeling of being in a different country has not sunk in as of yet [Time will definitely change things though]. Oh well, did I tell you that Korea is hillier than hilliness itself? Haha, if only that helps me lose some weight.
I feel so out of touch now. Things just seem so distant and it feels like life keeps passing by me. Every where I live, no matter where it is, it’s just a bubble. One day I wish all the compartments of my life and social circles would form a mycelium network. But, desire for the peace of mind will never let that happen. I know that this is just a phase. I will be “The Giving Tree” and “The Prophet” for my own sanctity, which is so dear to my heart.
Hereby I state:
The Korean Entertainment industry is beleaguered with issues that immediately need to be sorted out and what everyone from within the industry needs most is official counseling services. It is just sad how so many Korean entertainment personalities have been committing suicide, and triggering the suicide of many other civilians in the process. Maybe, I shouldn’t have stated “Korean Entertainment” per se, because the problem is not a constituent of the K-ent, but Korea in general. And, I should probably note here that Korea has the highest suicide rate amongst the OECD countries from what I remember. While most industrialized countries reached the peak in suicide rates around the early 1980s, the suicide rate in South Korea only continues to rise. What has industrialization done to Korea? Statistics-wise, weren’t Korean happier with limited means earlier?
The uber-fast development of Korea has probably made its people richer. But, with the process, came unhealthy competitiveness, stress, over-working and consequent robotic life: all of which lead to ultimate loneliness*. All of these issues can probably be dealt with by talking to someone, or “psychiatric counseling,” as we might call it. However, for Korea, which is struck in a limbo between the Confucian values and hastened industrialization, seeking “psychiatric help” is a taboo, just like it is in countries like Bangladesh. People still have hard time believing that others can seek “help” not just in case of mental illness, but just for sorting out troubles from daily life through some well-deserved “self-attention.”
Now, I don’t really like to sound like I’m preaching, because that’s not what I want to do. There is no shame in asking for help from others because that’s what human beings are for. We’re dependent beings and it’s normal to seek help when required. I wish I had to power to demolish the culture that prevents us from seeking help, even if it’s just to save a life as precious as our own.
And, not to be harsh, anyone who is thinking of ending one’s own life should know that there are always people who care for you and would be proud to be of help. We should always ask our loved ones whether they need any help or not.Things aren’t as simple as I’m stating , right now.
Suicide is not a fire exit or any escape route; it is leaving in pain and leaving behind other in pain as well. I hope we all recognize this fact and help anyone who is having a hard time.