A glimpse of life's journey traveling through Southeast Asia

It was ecstatic experiencing the sun outdoor after a long and horrendous winter. Folks were happy to be out basking under the magnificence of the sunshine. Drawn to a beautiful young woman and her son who was 4-5 years of age. He seemed remarkably intrusive but highly intelligent. He was enjoying the day outdoors and quizzed his mum at every glance of the world. “Mummy what’s this big thing over us?” He went on and on asking questions, and each time his mum took turns giving him detailed explanations backed by either science, biology, physics, geography or history. The facial expression of the little boy was radiant. He seemed satisfied with every bit of answers his mum provided, and when he was still in doubt asked for clarity. Just encountering them and silently listening to the conversation, brought nostalgic memories. It was mind reminiscing to me!. The reality was that I was reexamining how I had seen the world. I soon realized that my thoughts, intelligence, expressions and how I have to come see the world fashioned by people and not myself originally. All along I have come to live seeing the world through the their eyes: my parents, my teacher at kindergarten, my literature teacher in high school, my professors, the books I read, the news, musics and radios. They shaped every moment of my vision of the world, and I am with no originality. We are all in some shape or form like that little boy. We all get to see the world through the eyes our mothers, our fathers or somebody and carry those expressions for our life time. It amazes me how very often we all experience a guided life and see the world through others’ eyes. We have developed an understanding of the world and how culture, language and systems of belief, values and representation by someone interpretation of the world to us. When he grows up, I guess he will be seeing the world from life’s exploration of the world his mother and others drilled him to see and will have little glimpses of his own.