Wisdom

I have never seen age as an issue to look too deeply into when deeming the worth of wisdom words from any individuals, be they young or old.

For them to be younger, yet be able to give good wordings to certain concerns means that our future is in good hands. It means they are innovative and they have thought on the matter. They may make mistakes along the way, but that does not mean everything that they say is utter baloney. There may still be truth or novelty in them that can be pursued and developed.  

On the other hand, whilst being older may make one more knowledgeable and experienced that does not mean that they’ll have all the wisdom of the world. Neither does it mean that every word that they say will be true or appropriate at all.

Age should not interfere with the worth of a person’s wisdom. When one is wrong, they are wrong. If they are right, they are right. It does not matter the age. All is but a human. Mistakes are inescapable, not unlearnable. To not to learn from one or another’s mistake and go further makes one a fool.

Be that as it may, everyone’s opinion and words should always be taken in high consideration be they younger or older as wisdom has never been taught and learned by a single individual.  

A letter to Once-ler

In contribute to the children's literature The Lorax by Dr. Seuss, this is a letter written to Once-ler for his ingenious deed.

Dear Once-ler

Just as your name indicate,

I will only say this 'once'.

You should have known what your actions will do

but your greed blinded you to see

how the sky would lose its blue

and how all the animals would leave.

And you thought you are good

for contributing supplies to the community

to your family

You indulged in the glory

and money

that you've forgotten that they'd too can leave.

Now, don't you see?

What 'once' can do for eternity?

I'd hoped you'd regret sooner than this,

but I guess that you were just too hard to please.

Sincerely me,

Nur Hannah Yee

Old Fan

‘twas silent but the squeaking of the old fan,

Ancient but moving, spinning as it is asked to,

Never changing, never ending.

Perhaps that’s my fate, spinning about in a circle,

Round and round, endlessly, never changing but my age,

In a never ending spiral of life.

But perhaps it’s not so bad, devoting oneself to the task they love,

like an old fan.

Never stopping, never giving in to the old age,

Spinning continuously day and night.

And whilst occasionally, someone may flick its switch

Driving it to stop and rest,

For days, maybe weeks, or even years,

Undoubtedly, when its switch is turned back on,

The devotion would still be there

With the same amount of vigor as it was stopped before.