Was working with my minutes in the dining room and talked to my parents about the contents of my last post. I don't usually discuss such things with them because I used to believe that they do not have the capacity to process it anyway. Worse still, what if my lines come back to haunt me. But just now, I thought, why not give it a try, especially now when I'm totally independent and have gained much respect from them as a fellow adult.
Dad's response was that these were the questions that warrant no answer. He adopts the strategy to reflect to find that all is good. Well, a silly man is blessed in many ways unbeknown to him. He made most of the major decisions without much consideration but they have always ended up alright. I know, I have lived with him for the past 20 years (I was brought up by a nanny till I reached elementary school) that I know how blessed he has been.
Mum didn't really have a comment.
My yandao brother brought up Donald Rumsfeld's unknown unknowns:
There are known knowns. There are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we now know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we do not know we don’t know.
And that perhaps, I was looking for the unknown unknowns.
I received no real enlightenment from the conversation with them. But I took a bit of heart that my parents had probably realised how lucky they were after knowing that they're not bothered by such questions of one's existent. You know, one of those moment that we feel fortunate when we see a disabled person right before us.
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