Nothing comes free.

“Nothing comes free.”

I hate those words. Why? My mum and her apparent annoyingly casual air take pleasure in putting those words before me, regularly. But that’s not worst part of it. What’s worse is that she seems to like Lee Kuan Yew a lot. She does that by putting him in the picture as well. 

“Nothing in this world comes free.” 

Blah-dy-blah-blah. But. She may be dead on. So may he, but he’s not important. So, moving on. My mum has this uncanny tendency of always hitting the nail on the head but I have no idea how she does it so I won’t have anything to talk about. Oh, let’s rewind a little, back to LKY. I really, really, really do detest when she starts talking about him. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s because she talks about him a lot (when she starts educating me on how nothing comes free). Other than that, I suppose there’s nothing much. So, I will have to talk about something else again. But staring at those words, “nothing in this world comes free”, if that were his exact words, I don’t think I like it. Why can’t he say “nothing comes free in this world”? Hmmm... Maybe he’s trying to dramatize his speech by pausing after “nothing” “free”. Ooo, so we do get something free in other worlds? 

Crap, I was looking at what I wrote. 

You know what? My stupidness finally decided to take a break (after 17 years) and I just (and finally) realised that he was trying to emphasise that nothing comes free, probably pausing after “nothing” and “world”. Well, I suppose how he says it doesn’t really matter cause it’s point blank. And, I guess it’s about time I left the poor rich, powerful (old?) guy alone. I guess (yes, as a matter of fact, I am doing a lot of guessing right now so bear with me, I’m a little girl who haven’t got most things figured out yet) what I am trying to say is that, after beating around the bush again and again, with words, the bitter truth is that what my mum said is undoubtedly and undeniably true. Although, those words still refuse to get into my thick head.

Well, they say that success don’t come just like that. *snaps finger* 1% inspiration, 99% perspiration, all that gibberish that can actually spawn real and invaluable treasures. By the way, I have to say this before I forget, “ewww”.

So, hard work. You don’t mix luck with success. To me, luck is not an exceptionally considerable component in success. There is no “unequated” or unaccounted chance. There is, however, action and reaction. Behind every situation, there is a reason; justified or yet to be justified. There are no miracles, just probabilities of events occurring so slim that people simply cross out. They call them miracles, I call them P(X<1x10^-(almost)).I can’t help being an idealist (even though I don’t really know what that means, it sounds like me).

I can’t help being an idealist (even though I don’t really know what that means, it sounds like me).

Anyway, I was a tad derailed. So, main point: you can have Einstein’s brains but without hard work, you’re nothing but, an Einstein without a job? He didn’t exactly have a job, did he? Well, conclusion is that you become a beggar. Living off what others throw out. Pathetic. A little like me. A head the size of an elephant; but what’s between the ears? A brain the size of a peanut. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. My noggin’s of average size with the capacity of an average IQ. But, my head has been expanding; inflated with air and other ^light substances. It calls for a change but a tiger don’t change its strips (or was it leopards not changing their spots?) just like that. *snaps finger*

*to be continued... someday.*