The art of my forefathers
By Amer Mayen Dhieu
I peruse, I construe, I examine and I discover inordinated things about life, about death too, about good, about bad things. I inhale the knowledge I have learnt and feel good about the transformation of mind, of body, of soul, of spirit. At all times, I feel accomplished. I have sizeable knowledge of what comes and what goes. But mind you, I am not the most formidable person. The knowledge I have was invented by people who existed before me. They did spacious stuffs. Things that have become my platform.
But literally somehow, I often don’t want to talk about them. I only talk about my proficiencies of yesterday. What I read today and what I will research tomorrow. But there is one thing! One thing that certainly don’t leave my introspection. It loop as my brain think. In my century, a century of intellectuals, a century of thinkers, of scientists, of social experts, of political expert too, there seem to be something challenging. Of all the research, the analysis and findings, of science, of math, of psychology and physic, of sociology and behavioural science, there are massive discoveries divulged. Human made boundless achievements. They travel to the moon. The made immense success in human vs animal, in zoo were humans look after wild animals. Literally over all those great achievements, there is no profession that has discovered how humans can live together with no conflict.
But how, what and why? rewind your memories back a little and compare our century with the century of our forefathers. It is not that science or sociology can’t tell us why humans never coexist peacefully together or find a solution to put their differences behind. It is that we have lost sense of community. We have replaced it with individual views, thoughts and feelings and by doing this we are doing less to unite humans. My forefathers were great. Sometimes I cannot connect my thoughts with how they make it. Some of them came from entirely different places. Totally different people with different accents and different ways of life. Effortlessly they find one geographical area, cleaved it into small sections and lived by clans. Eight of them had each piece of plot. They had landmarks and different towns yet they called themselves one people. They fought like enemies and lived like friends. They argued like strangers and smiled like brothers.
In fact, not only did they find coexistence but they find me too. Sadly I Iost the connection in between the two centuries. The century that find me and the century I made myself to be. Funny thing is, no matter how hard I try to let go the old century that find me, it appears and reappears in my accent, in my reaction and in my public appearances. I try to let the old century accent go but it abruptly interrupt my speech when I am speaking. Eventually it just happen. I try to react using my new century way but the old century in me enforce the calmness, the reserve personalty, the quietness that my forefathers invest in me. It seem that what my forefathers have invented is a tradition that I cannot erase. It lives with me and guides me almost in everything I say and do. The art of my forefathers.
Amer Mayen Dhieu
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