How Do I Love Thee Singapore? (Or do I?)
I am always amazed at those who are effusive about their affections or gush about their loves. Well, not to dive into psychoanalysis, I did awake this National Day wondering about how much I care for my nation. Perhaps this question itself comes from a place where I feel there is an “oughtness” about things.
I ought to be grateful. I ought to contribute. I ought to join scores of others at the prayer, parade, or parties taking place. I do have a plan for spending the day combining these elements, our small family will celebrate a birthday that falls during this season, talk over a picnic meal, and pray for our country. Not bad I suppose. I ought to be glad.
The way of ‘ought’ is a poor cousin to the way of love, although we all know that intention can shape motivation which can shape affection. So yes I plan to do things that are good and seemly for this occasion of my nation’s birth.
But I still wonder about my level of love. I have met people who are committed, excited, and sold out for the nation. I am very thankful for these. But I meet so many more who perpetually complain and compare our little red dot with the many larger polka dots out there in the big wide world. I guess I occupy some middle space.
I harbour longings for a less crowded urban space and feel quite sure I can adjust to a different way of life. But I am…