”Do all the good you can…”
--first phrase of a much longer Wesleyan quote
After caroling (which was quite something in itself and probably warrants its own blog entry sometime later…again maybe), had a solid Sunday School forum-discussion thingy till 4+am where us ’schoolers had an honest and open chat with the good teacher Dr Ben Tan. We raised several points and had good suggestions which will go into a minutes I will type later, if I can recall the points with clarity (it WAS 4am after all). Listening to all the grievances/opinions/suggestions raised, I felt not unlike an MP at the monthly meet-the-people sessions. And again was seized by the urge to think, brainstorm and DO something to HELP. Which brings me to the point of this entry.
(All of you who read this would know this by now, so this is more to immortalize the fact in print—that’s what a diary is for, no?)
I am a compulsive helper, a recalcitrant and recidivist (go look it up!) do-gooder in many senses of the word. An idealist who always believes things can be made better, and is upset if others are upset because ”I wish everyone to be happy”, clichéd as that sounds. But the more I DO, the more I realize I cannot do everything. Even if I were to work myself to death, I cannot right every wrong, help every cause. But when there’s something that must be done, how can I help not doing it? Leaving it to someone else is so…Singaporean. Or perhaps simply human.
“we’re driven/wanna help to do things right/we build excitement/we bring good things to light”
--“Driven” by the US a cappella group House Jacks.
--first phrase of a much longer Wesleyan quote
After caroling (which was quite something in itself and probably warrants its own blog entry sometime later…again maybe), had a solid Sunday School forum-discussion thingy till 4+am where us ’schoolers had an honest and open chat with the good teacher Dr Ben Tan. We raised several points and had good suggestions which will go into a minutes I will type later, if I can recall the points with clarity (it WAS 4am after all). Listening to all the grievances/opinions/suggestions raised, I felt not unlike an MP at the monthly meet-the-people sessions. And again was seized by the urge to think, brainstorm and DO something to HELP. Which brings me to the point of this entry.
(All of you who read this would know this by now, so this is more to immortalize the fact in print—that’s what a diary is for, no?)
I am a compulsive helper, a recalcitrant and recidivist (go look it up!) do-gooder in many senses of the word. An idealist who always believes things can be made better, and is upset if others are upset because ”I wish everyone to be happy”, clichéd as that sounds. But the more I DO, the more I realize I cannot do everything. Even if I were to work myself to death, I cannot right every wrong, help every cause. But when there’s something that must be done, how can I help not doing it? Leaving it to someone else is so…Singaporean. Or perhaps simply human.
“we’re driven/wanna help to do things right/we build excitement/we bring good things to light”
--“Driven” by the US a cappella group House Jacks.
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