Ok to make it clear first, this is reagarding education... to be more specific, what I am studying in Monash, which is under the category of mass communication.
You know, whoever that actually said mass comm, is suppose to be easy, seriously never took it. Or more so, never took up what we learn here. When entering uni, us students didn't really bargain on what we were going to learn. Unlike Lim Kok Wing, One Academy and what not that actually teaches a different type of mass comm altogether. Monash specializes very much so in theories. Which comes the big word of the day THEORIES and just more and more theories, which can destroy and at the same time enhance my brain.
Some would think, of mass comm, is suppose to be the lower class of the education hierarchy, because its an "Arts" subject. And one doesn't need a degree in order to come out and do mass comm stuff, which is more so media half the time, eg. Tv, Radio broadcasting, Producing and video editing. As much as those seem like fun, we are not doing that here in delightful Monash (which is not all that bad!).
From every subject unit us students take, we have theories shoved into our faces. And all from this wonderful term called post-modernism and post-structuralism. Where we end up learing stuff as, the self is really not really the self, everything we see is just a representation of another thing, we come into the realm of feminism, the pshycoanalytical, cultural studies, sociology. Where we then here not big names of directors and producers such as Steven Spielberg, David Lucas, Alfred Hitchcock, Quentin Tarantino and so on. But you here big names like Althusser, Williams, Marx, Barthes, Foucault and Fraud (uuuughhhh the one i hate the most, because of him i shall forever be scared by his theories of the unconscious.)
We actually have to bother with why a film is done as such (ok fine), we have to bother as to why this person says this and whether his words are tangible, and worst of all, is when the lecturers say "There is no right or wrong, just how you explain it" Sheeeeeeshhh..... all fellow communications say it with me....."Sheesssshhh".
So needless to say, mass comm is not all fun and play, there is work and reading that we do.... or as normal students...try to do....cope to do....fail to do? Whatever it be, mass comm is not easy. It is an eye opener, and actually makes one think of things you never would've before....I lay down my peace.
You know there are times when, people put you down and where you put them down. But there are the times when even you will put yourself down. And sometimes that can be hardest pressure you give to yourself. That you just shoot yourself down so bad till it is even lower than the crap that you see at the side of the road. I've listened to many pep talks and what not, but tonight i heard the best one out of my twenty years. And i'm proud that it was given to my dad. It was nothing fancy, no crowd or whatever, but it was just a simple conversation between the family.
Now i admit that i tend not to listen half the time in one of these talks even though my good ol dad, says it out of love and wishes nothing more than to improve his kids. Half the time i'll even say i defend my own state. I don't agree with everything my parents say, but for the first time, in the midst of listening, they made the most sense and it spoke something for me.
States of depression come at least once in a persons life. It's a human thing and it will come. For those who don't ever have them they are blessed amazingly in my eyes. For they don't go through the stages of crying and moping. But in anycase, this story simply begins with the fact that a person shot themself down to the point of picking themselves up was completely impossible. Two theories, either bad experience caused the shooting of one's confidence, or they have been fed with extremely negative points countlessly over again, that it finally seeped in and just crushed them.
Either way or however else it may have happened. The person took all they have done or worked for to achieve, for granted. It doesn't matter where or what, but the person gave all they could for the goal they were trying to achieve. But after hearing much on what they have means so little, person finally thought they are nothing short of a failure, a useless hopeless bag, with too much self pity for themself. With those thoughts implanted in, they come to the stage of where they can't care anymore, there is no point, they can't do it, it's a complete waste, cause they are just going to be shot down again.
Then along came a talk, a talk that said to not take oneself so short. Even though what they may have done is just a small step of others, they gave it their all at that point in time. The past is past,there is no point moping about the 'glory' days whatever that could mean. They are past, and the world awaits for the persons skills.
So now it is time to step out and face other challenges, to prove that all the skill God has implanted into that person can be made into some use. That it can be use to bless others. I'm just thankful, that God has planted a father who is there for me, and that he bothers enough to bring me out as much as he can out of the slump, in order for me to refocus. God does stuff like this in different ways, but it has never reached my ears or eyes before. I suppose that it comes directly from my blood father, means something. All the more i just want to thank God that he blessed me with this person whom i can call my father.Amen
Can you see the wounds?
Can you see the hurt?
Can you see the scar?
Can you see the suffering?
What do you see?
A world that you once believed in…
Is nothing more than an illusion to your soul…
All that had seem true is like a broken orb
The home you brought up in,
The people who surround you,
The places you went,
The things that you have done,
What have they all meant to you?
What have they all been for?
What was the purpose of it all?
What is the point of keeping them?
The mind is restless,
Too easily amused by the lies of the world,
It receives the lies,
And take them to be true
The eyes and touch of the human,
Fails just as badly,
For it touches and misses what it cannot have,
And destroys what it wishes not to see.
Each tear shed instead of cooling the skin burns instead,
For that is where we are,
Not in our own paradise
But in actual truth our own hell,
What a marvelous deception,
For people to actually think they can redeem themselves,
All supposed works of a man,
Means so little if not nothing in the end…
Riches they think they have now,
Abilities they think they still sustain,
Righteousness they think they should rightly claim,
Happiness they think they have obtained,
All of it is meaningless,
All of it is a painful and despicable lie,
All of it a deception,
All of it is a disgrace.
O God,
With so much of deceit and selfishness in a human,
How is it that You can still love us so?
How is that You have redeemed us so?
Let all man be liars Lord,
And the Truth spoken in You,
For in our midst of deception
You have saved us with your unfailing and merciful grace