I’m really envious of those TCKs who managed to master that skill of being a chameleon at any given time and place. I’d like to think I have it too, but there’s always just this inertia that stops me from changing my colours. I guess because I hate changing one’s nature to fit and squeeze oneself into the environment. Do it too many times and you get deformed, misshapen, to the point where you’ve forgotten how your original shape was like in the first place.
You know they say that we all live in a globalised world, with barely there borders and fast-paced living and technological advancement. But those are just physical tangible barriers. It’s 2012 today but xenophobia, ethnocentrism, divisive thinking will take centuries to erode — will they ever? Perhaps it’s ingrained in human nature to categorise, to group, to divide, to segregate and maybe recognising differences over similarities and commonalities has always been the key to survival. Oh well.
Has there ever been a more hateful word than “tolerance”?