This blog, first and foremost, is my sanctuary where I can monologue about fashion without being judged. Oh I know you, my beloved readers, do judge me but I don’t know your name or face so the pressure is mitigated a great deal. However, as mentioned in the “About Me” section, I’m tiptoeing on the threshold of adulthood and have a lot of recurring yet evolving questions about everything in life. So, even though fashion is essentially the backbone of my existence, let’s wax nonsensically philosophical for a bit today.
Lately, it seems like I am having an existential crisis of some sort. I have been nagged by this recurring thought about the meaning of my existence in this life, which is a whole new concept because just about a year ago I was completely lost and restless about what I would want to do with my life. Back then, even though I knew deep down that fashion is what excites me most, I never had the thoughts or, to put it more accurately, the guts to think that it would be something to make a career out of. Blame it on years and years of incessant schooling from the family and this narrow-minded society about how I should grow up and what I should do when I grow up. Fortunately, I’m done with that directionless phrase, at least for the time being. Trust me, the vast majority of people do not know what they want to do. This time, though, is more about all the sufferings I witness and what good I will be able to do for the society. I do not want become one of those who just coast through life without ever questioning the grander purpose of their existence other than the “getting a job” and “getting married and having kids”, which, if you want full disclosure, is all that any family in this third-world country ever cares about. Of course I’m just as selfish as the next guy about putting myself first and doing things that will be most beneficial to me, but I also have this urge to contribute to and change our society for the better even if it is just to a minuscule extent. For that reason, I joined a charity trip organized by CouchSurfing in my city to this poor province named Moc Chau last week, where some ethnic minority groups reside. They are among the poorest in the country, and live in dire conditions. What is most petrifying is the fact that they keep reproducing and can’t afford to raise their kids and send them to school. Consequently, the vicious cycle of poverty and no education just repeats itself, passing down from parents to children. Admittedly, this trip wasn’t the most eye-opening or life-changing because the families I met aren’t the poorest in the country and I have certainly seen worse (I live in a third-world country at the end of the day), but it echoes very strongly with my current sentiments and give me some food for thought. I managed to capture a few pictures of the trip. As I am sorting through the pictures, it is heart-warming yet heart-wrenching at the same time about the untainted innocence of the kids. I am in no position to say how they should be raised, but I really wish that they would be in a higher living standards than they are currently in.