A weary spirit

Two CPF cuts and at least three GST hikes in five years. As the number of the unemployed snowballs, living expenses takes a step up the costs ladder. Being over twenty one means I have to look out for myself. Only a roof over my head is provided, since I am not eligible to apply for any pigeon hole. The mounting pressure is suffocating. Then there is the recent academic blow on top of some other unsettled issues.

After the rat racecourse, even the pac-man’s maze is getting crowded. I don’t know if I should feel consoled by the increasing number of lost people like me, or be sorry for them because I know exactly how dark it can be in a psychological or emotional slump. Needless to say, depression comes easily to those with no specific objective or direction in life, and/or those weighed down by the chains of situations they are in. If not for the love and faith of certain people, my sampan would have sunk a long time ago.

Still, my optimism is running thin. I am banking on a recharge when I go for my three months' trip.