The more I learn about architecture, the more questions I have in mind. I felt as if a kid, and the knowledge of the world is so vast. I felt as if a third person, looking at the world that I don't feel belong. What kind of place exactly I'm living in? What is development? Are we really developing for the better? Who were we? Where are we going to? Why should we throw away the old to impose the new? Is there no value to what we had before?
I went to see my lecturer. He is a prominent figure in the architectural academic field. Whom has seen the rise and fall of the nation, whom has gathered so much wit and wisdom along the years. Yet, so humble, and he claimed his knowledge is however limited.
It was a really good chat with him. We talk about many things, the declining interest on timber houses, the diminishing culture of Kuala Terengganu, the modern Malaysian and so on. At one point, I felt my heart aches so much I felt tears rolling in my eyes, but I was so glad to have spoken to him, that he has shared his observations and thoughts with me. Perhaps I was looking for answers that resonate with mine.
I felt enlightened, albeit I left with more questions in mind. I know, something has to be done and there must be something that I can do.
// Fighting spirit
// Be grateful and be aware of the less fortunate around you. Sedekah.
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