Thursday, July 10, 2008

Amanda's sugar

After dinner, Susan brought some strawberries as dessert and Amanda wanted to put some sugar in it. Her mother refused because strawberries are sweet enough. However, Amada kept requesting. In the end, Susan conceded. Amanda didn’t hesitate to pour sugar into the dessert. We all laughed. It reminded me of my childhood. At that time, I liked sugar as much as Amanda does. However, as time passing, I kept away with sugar and others tasting sweet. What goes wrong?

I think the reason is that when we are getting old, we gradually know that living is hard. Many dilemmas and difficulties have been grasping us. More often, we fall to the ground rather than overcome it. The truth is life is full of bitter. Hence, we grow up with pains. We learn to tolerate others’ disregards to us and impulse ourselves to be stronger.

In this sense, sweet is an illusion. In fact, we struggle to survive and be better. Perhaps only to children, the world is consisted of happiness. Nevertheless, it is our parents that take the responsibility so that we could spend such a period free from anxiety. Thanks to their sacrifice, we lived in the heaven.

After all, an artificial heaven can’t maintain. With our development, we have to deal with lots of people. Unconsciously, we may be at odds with some of them, whom our parents are unfamiliar with. Their reactions will affect us and destroy so-called heaven easily. Borrow what Sartre said, others are enemies.

Considering above thoughts, sweet is a lie. Thus, adults refused it.

But it isn’t entirely correct.
The memory of sweet has been kept in our hearts. That’s why we endeavor to create heaven for our children continuously and treat others well carefully.

Life is a lure. Sweet first, bitter later. Fortunately, we are doomed to have the courage and power to overcome these bad things and to turn life into sweet. With this respect, life is a box of chocolate, but it is made by ourselves.

I come, I see, I conquer.

That’s the right attitude.

1 comment:

Don said...

For some reason I keep wanting to respond to your philosophical reflections with science. Perhaps I am just being playful. You have written another nice post, thanks -- but I can't help thinking about the difference between a child and someone, say, my age in physically processing the sugar on the strawberries. It's easier for Amanda, because her body can probably regulate her blood-sugar level quite well! For me, if I scooped sugar onto my strawberries, it would definitely be too much . . .

Sweetness is a memory, yes, and an attitude, but a child does bring you back to reality, and who you really are, I think.