That did not go where I expected it to.
Disclaimer: The thoughts below are written on the spur of the moment and are completely based on my opinion
Recently, it seems as though this figure has become a literal one. It’s presence is felt everywhere - videos, decorations, posts, walls etc. It has come to the point that I feel we could build a shrine in homage of the number. At first, this began as a running joke, a paradox of attainability yet unattainability that everyone strived to achieve. Ever since the first two batches, it seems as though an expected trend has been set in place. Perhaps all that’s left is to perfect the formula and we can replicate, no, multiply the results to its optimum potential.
I understand that things change in the pursuit of excellence. However, have we forgotten the origins of our institution? Have we lost sight of the meaning behind our name? It is definite that everyone has a different opinion about what constitutes an art student. However, has it come to the point whereby we abandon the passion that drew us to this school for our academic subjects?
Personally, I think one’s merit should not be ascribed to a numerical figure. Furthermore, not attaining that target does not equate failure or the lack of success (whatever that means). Nonetheless, this does not mean not working hard. Instead, an ideal environment would probably be a place where everyone freely shared information and worked towards a common goal. This is similar to the concept of symmetric information in economics whereby the optimum quantity that maximises allocative efficiency is achieved when information is made known to both consumers and producers. What I mean to say is that instead of hoarding information to better oneself, it would be nice if we could have channels to access and exchange information.
It’s as if there’s an invisible barrier
Truncating my reality from yours
Metal shutters and closed doors
Why can’t you understand
That I’m trying my best
What doesn’t break will bend
Until it shatters at the test
My heart is heavy I must confess
And so are my eyelids as well
Someone get me out of this mess
That only winding time can tell
There’s so much tension in this world. It’s especially problematic since I have to encounter it everytime we meet. It probably stems from miscommunication, misunderstanding and overthinking. It’s my fault thought. Everything is.
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