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    How to Measure Life?

    Saturday, January 07, 2006

    Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
    Six Hundred Minutes
    Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
    Moments so Dear
    Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
    Six Hundred Minutes
    How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?


    In Daylights - In Sunsets
    In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
    In Inches - In Miles In Laughter - In Strife

    In... Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
    Six Hundred Minutes
    How Do You Measure A Year In The Life

    How About Love?
    How About Love?
    How About Love?
    Measure In Love
    Seasons Of Love
    Seasons Of Love

    Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
    Six Hundred Minutes
    Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
    Journeys To Plan
    Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
    Six Hundred Minutes

    How Do You Measure The Life Of A Woman Or A Man?

    In Truths That She Learned
    Or In Times That He Cried
    In Bridges He Burned Or The Way That She Died

    It's Time Now - To Sing Out
    Tho' The Story Never Ends
    Let's Celebrate Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends

    Remember The Love
    Remember The Love
    Remember The Love
    Measure In Love
    Measure, Measure Your Life In Love
    Seasons Of Love...Seasons Of Love

    This is a song named Seasons of Love, taken off the soundtrack of Rent, the musical. Indeed it addresses what all of us want to know: how do we measure life and if life can be measured at all? Can it be measured in the ordinary things in life like daylights and sunsets, midnights and cups of coffee? Can it be measured in the truths that we learnt or the times that we've cried? Most of all, can it be measured in love? Because love is what constitutes our relationships with the people around us - our friends, family etc.

    If I were a true Romantic, I would say that according to Keats's theory of negative capability, life cannot be measured simply because the things in life happen randomly and infinitely. If I were to say life is as boundless as the sea, I would be measuring life in terms of the boundaries of the waters marked by the sea beds, which would be a restriction in itself on the meaning of life, wouldn't it? However being human, we are tempted to name everything and everyone using human terms like the life-sea analogy. We also tend to drift away from the ordinariness of life in order to come back to it later and pretend that this ordinariness is what measures life. I mean, do we really notice the daylights and sunsets or the midnights and coffees in our lives? Everything moves by so quickly that we sometimes don't even notice the simple things we often take for granted, not to mention trying to measure life in these things.

    Are we then mere hypocrites when the situation calls for it? Only in times of distress do we remember what it feels like to be human. We take for granted the happiness because happiness seems swift whereas pain seems neverending. We complain about the bad times but never praising the good times. That is exactly how our society works towards results too: we blame ourselves or others on performing poorly but hardly appreciate the good lest we become complacent. But is it too much to ask to merely rejoice in the goodness that life may bring to us? Are we doomed to appreciate something good only after we realise that we have missed the boat?

    At the start of every year, we reflect on the past year and encourage ourselves very optimistically that this year will be a better one. But this line doesn't seem to change as the years passed, and year after year, we find that we're still saying the same thing, which probably means that we haven't grown at all.

    I haven't grown at all.

    Perhaps I have, in terms of acquiring knowledge because that is what you go to school for, but otherwise, I feel I haven't grown and I don't mean physically. In terms of assessing my own self, I think I know it all and others don't, but the fact is that I haven't grown at all. And every year, I hope for the same thing: to be given guidance during my path in life. Maybe I'm just not listening hard enough for it.


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