The older you get, the hard it is to distinguish commitment from entrapment. Commitment suggests a willingness to invest time and energy, among other things. But when you find yourself having little to no choice but to channel your resources into something you’re not sure you’re willing to commit to, then what else can you call it but entrapment? Can you really say you’re committed to a job when it’s the only way for you to sustain yourself? Can you really claim to be committed to a relationship when the driving factor behind it is the fear of loneliness? When the only thing keeping you married are the kids and the house, then what exactly are you committed to?
Haiyah, stop procrastinating and do your work lah uggggh.
Never Let Me Go (2010)
”My name is Kathy H. I’m 28 years old. I’ve been a carer for nine years. And I’m good at my job. My patients always do better than expected, and are hardly ever classified as agitated, even if they’re about to make a donation. I’m not trying to boast, but I feel a great sense of pride in what we do. Carers and donors have achieved so much. That said, we aren’t machines. In the end it wears you down. I suppose that’s why I now spend most of my time not looking forwards, but looking back, to The Cottages and Hailsham, and what happened to us there. Me. Tommy. And Ruth. ”