When you are obliged to do something, do you do it because you have to do it or because you want to? or is it really, a little of both?
To those that are obliged to do something you love, you are one sure damn lucky soul~
To those that are obliged to do something because of something you love, welcome to the club~
In general, when one is obliged to do something, one most probably don’t like that very job; because one is forced, because one has no option, because one has no say…because one cannot run away.
Your job, your career is an obligation. You are forced to stay because it is what keeps the money coming in and you have no option to neglect whoever and whatever that occupy your breathing space ( you do that, and you’ll lose your job) and of course you have no say when your boss gives you the last word of the day – whether or not it is good. Thus, obligations “kill” you.
Then again, who has the right to tell you what you are obliged to? A mother is obliged to her son (because she feels it is) – because she wants to in the first place. A worker is obliged to the boss (because it is in the papers to which he signed) – because he wants to in the first place. Whatever it is, it sums up to this – there is No freedom (in general term). And people are often obliged to do something in order to get something else. Like say, you work not because of the job itself but to get the money instead.
But what if I say that I have the obligation to live. Would that obligation cancels out all other obligations that may hinder it?
Now you ask me…
what has this got to do with anything?
It does – it does affect everything and anything in life. But surely, one has to understand what “to live” really means and to what definition does one draws in this.
If everyone is seeking happiness, and if happiness=life then you are obliged to seek happiness and to experience total happiness. Since everything in this world is pretty fucked messed up, next thing you know, you find yourself asking “what is happiness?”. This may very well be the reason why there are killings in this world, why there are wars and really… well, sadness itself. Because through THAT, you get to know what happiness really is, no?
As much as I am obliged to do a lot of things (where most, I abhor doing), it tells me that… at the end of the day, I get what I want.
After all, when you don’t want something, you wouldn’t be obliged to it in the first place.
All the Jingles and all the Bells.
Anyway, after all the cleaning up and getting ready, as well as having a quick short breakfast, off we went to Disneyland!





That would be the day we arrived and that was around mid afternoon. We stayed at Causeway Bay. Very busy street, very busy people, and people there…smoke. *gah*.

Anyway, we walked further down and since it was early then, none of the games were on and running, they were just getting started. Though early, there were many tourists and visitors and everyone started clicking their camera buttons taking loads and loads of pictures (like us. haha). Further down ahead, we stopped by the Panda House.


