Author: fatherkim

  • Marriage is dead.

    Before I begin my ill-prepared rambling on a subject matter which I, to be frank, have no authority over , I would like to give some insight on what inspired me to blow the dust off my laptop and write a new blog on such a heavy and depressing topic.

    I’m sure you all have heard on the news, or read on the papers the extremely shocking statistics which surround marriage in the late 20th and 21st century. From my experience, the most common statistic which the average lay-man would be able to produce, off the top of his head, would be the 50% divorce rate in the USA. However, after less than 2 minutes of research, I came across a statistic which made my jaw drop; Around 32,000 Belgians sign for divorces every year which amounts to an eye watering 71% divorce rate… Thus, these sobering statistics, alongside my conversation with my English Teacher on the major impact of marriage on society/societal values and child development spurred me to do some more research and build up a case as to why I believe Marriage is a ghost of what it once meant and stood for.


    Like any other word, the definition of marriage has changed over the course of human history. The Oxford dictionary defines marriage as “The legally or formally recognised union of two people as partners in a personal relationship”. It is extremely important to note that this ‘modern’ definition of marriage differs greatly from the original and it is the shift in societal values, which has altered the purpose and indeed the definition of marriage. In my opinion this has, alongside other factors, made the concept of marriage redundant.

    The original definition, and purpose, of marriage was a formal contract between members of opposite sexes to ensure a life-long union for the express purpose of raising children within a family and an ordered society. This was the case for much of Western European history where marriage was a civil institution namely, an aggregate of civil society outside the sphere of the state. Before the 1969 Divorce Reform Act, marriage had been a civil (Civil in the sense that it was a part of private life not controlled by the state) contract between two people, an important element of the contract being that it was life long and there was no breach thus, the wedding vows uttered before the formal recognition such as “till death do us apart” or “in sickness and in health” had authenticity.

    Unfortunately, The consequences of this divorce law were that, in a situation where only one partner who had made a solemn oath of life long partnership decided that they were no longer prepared to hold to that oath, the state would quite literally burst into their home if necessary and drag away the other party who were prepared to keep true to their promise; even if abuse or adultery did not occur.

    Quite frankly I find this extraordinary because, although I admit I am no expert in this field, I believe that in any other area of law if two people were to decide on something and consequently sign a contract, and if one member were to break that contract, one would go to the court to enforce it. But since 1969 what the Act has allowed is the ability for the state to actively intervene and force that civil contract apart. This is an enormous interference of private life from the state; fundamentally this means the states interference on private life has grown immensely and the one institution which was separate from the state and provided a huge area of private life has been under attack.

    After listening to a speech by Peter Hitchens I found out that Justice Hale, in her 1982 essay ‘the utility of marriage as a legal institution’ wrote, “whether it would have been possible to improve the inequality of sexes and improve the protection of the weak and at the same time promote lasting marriage, we will never know. Instead the efforts of English law to remove the defects of the marital package deal have succeeded in virtually destroying whatever value it had as a stabilising and restraining force.”

    Thus, the distinction between married and non-married couples have been blurred to the point of, in my opinion a matter of formality; and without sounding pretentious I lament at this shift in society. For centuries marriage was the foundation of a society, it provided a place to raise a child in a safe loving environment and it allowed parents to pass on their ethics and values to the next generation. However, with the decline in marriage and the licentious obsession of my generation I honestly fear that morality, at least the traditional values, will be all-too-soon lost. It really would have been nice if that could have continued. It would have been nice if in the future, If i were to ever marry, that the weddings vows I utter would have meant something. It would be nice if the state had not intervened in our private life. It would have been nice if marriages meant more than a better mortgage rate.

    It really is not surprising why so many people don’t get married at all, why so many marriages end in divorce, and why so many remarry; because why shouldn’t they? What advantage is there if the contract, the oath, the promise cannot actually be supported and will not be supported?

    There is one last thing that I would like to touch on that, for me personally, hammers the last nail on the coffin that once was marriage, and this is the issue of gay marriage.

    I understand why people in the LGBT community would want to be involved in a civil institution which has been a integral part of being human and quite honestly, if gay people want to make a life-long contract with each other, and adopt children, I see no problem with that whatsoever. In fact, they could call it a marriage if they like, I really have no issue with that, though I would question why they would want to be part of a tradition which has explicitly alienated them. I do not however see why it should be demanded of social institutions (like the church) to recognise it as a legitimate marriage even though it goes directly against their long history and tradition, as well as the principals involved. Marriage and Matrimony are used synonymously but what people don’t often know is that the etymology of ‘matrimony’ is mother and this links back to the tradition of marriage being between a man and a woman. Indeed, though marriage is a civil tradition, the state recognises it because matrimony (motherhood) occurs in nature irrespective of the state. Thus, though homosexual relationships occur in nature, with the original definition of ‘matrimony’ homosexual matrimony just cannot exist; it’s like calling an apple an orange.

    Anyhow I’ve lost my train of thought and I am in such a state of despair that I will just lie in bed now.

    Josh Kim

     

  • Background noise

    The shriek of a Kettle-

    miniaturized as if in use for homunculi

    far enough that it can just be heard.

     

    The motion of a fan,

    perhaps on a helicopter pad

    so high up in the skyscrapers that each rotation is like a beat-

     

    inside your head nudging your eardrums.

    Boom, boom, boom.

    I sometimes wonder whether I’m hearing or feeling it.

     

     

     

  • Look Up

    Last night, on my walk home, I heard a plane fly by and I looked up. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but once they focused, what I saw was mesmerizing. The moon was perfectly crescent, the north star flickered like a faint candle and several other stars littered across the night sky.

    This beautiful moment transported me back in time to the summer of 13′ when my family drove my brother off to a Christian summer camp right in the middle of Norwich- If you are lucky enough to be in Norwich at night, due to it’s remote location far away from London, you will set your eyes on arguably the most divine night sky in England – Imagine Van Gogh’s Starry night just a hundred times more vibrant and alive. Shootings stars, planets, meteor showers and constellations. You name it, this sky had it.

    I suppose the message I would like to deliver through this post is to look up every now and then. In our hectic day to day routines, I feel we constantly drop our heads down whether it be looking down on our phones, computer screens or books. Ironically, the only time we ever look up is when we’re sleeping!

    There is this spectacular natural beauty constantly hanging above our heads, it really is a shame to go about our lives in ignorance of it.

    Josh

    13-04-16

  • 2016

    I’ve never really taken new year’s resolutions seriously. For example last year I promised myself I would read 50 books and revise a lot for my upcoming GCSE examinations, (I managed to read about 20 books and my work ethic lacked a lot.) However as I write this blog at the break of dawn, on the first day of 2016, I have an overwhelming urge to make some resolutions that I can keep.

    Resolution no.1  read 25 books.

    Resolution no.2  to not smoke a single cigarette until the 01/01/17.

    Resolution no.3  do something nice for my mum at least once a week.

     


    As I reflect back on the year 2015 I’ve realized, as usual, that I have attempted to do far too much. You see, dear readers, I am the sort of person whom never lets an opportunity go to waste, so if someone informs me about a club or invites me to an event I will almost certainly say yes. Though this is a reasonably positive way of living (in my opinion anyway) it does mean I end up struggling to manage my time for each particular event, after all there are only 24 hours in a day! Even more detrimentally I find myself being mediocre at a lot of stuff but not great at one particular thing. I’ve become far too holistic in recent years, I think 2016 will be the year where I really drill down on one or two things so that I can be great.

     

    Josh

    01-01-16

  • Pointless

    Before I even write these words I have subconsciously tested the composition of these words and my brain has meticulously matched my sentence structure with a different order which I have read or learnt about. And thus I deem a sentence to be ‘good’ or ‘bad’ from what I’ve perceived from a variety of sources; I find this frustrating. It does beg the question, where does originality exist?

    Why is starting a sentence with the word ‘because’ recognized as informal, messy or childish? Why are elongated elaborate sentences regarded to be ‘better’ more sophisticated?

    Personally, I think the reason young people are deterred from literacy is because authors lack authenticity. The majority of authors ‘toe the party line’, the ‘party’ being the obnoxious  bald crusty old men whom studied previous bald crust old men to receive their doctorate. These professors squash and compress young authors until the authenticity they once held vanishes leaving behind robots programmed to write in the same old mundane pattern.

    Fuck!?your-Opinion

    Josh

    05-12-15

  • 28th May

    Biro pen marks on the tree,

    etched and scratched to such a degree,

    that wandering men walking their pedigree,

    will shuffle, gruntle and disagree.

    in the green meadow young wild and free,

    young trees untamed reminding me-

    that scarecrows do have feelings! They just want to be,

    left alone to guard their family treat.

    Do this, do that do everything but me,

    for originality belongs in your vivid imaginary,

    stick to the figures, make use of your skill,

    hasn’t your mother ever told you that creativity kills?

    “If you want to watch, you have to pay a fee!”

    said the man behind the counter who was oblivious to the bee,

    and so it landed on his neck and gave him a lick,

    I didn’t even pay! I just took the mick.

    *PROCRASTINATION*

    Josh

    28-05-15

     

  • Melancholy

    Although it gives me; sweaty palms, teary eyes,

    stomach cramps, feelings of self-harm.

    Although it make me; feel as if I’m on a bullet train,

    on a descending airplane, curl up in a ball,

    scream in my mind.

    Although it; pollutes my mind, contaminates my soul,

    violates my train of thought.

    Without it, life just wouldn’t be the same.

    Josh

    24-05-15

  • The Dark Side of Modern Day Philanthropy

    Everyone loves it when a wealthy man gives away money for charitable stuff or maybe for the Arts. He might even be called a philanthropist. The word philanthropy has connotations with good things such as generosity and kindness however, in reality the modern day philanthropist is anything but that. Take for example Warren Buffett who made his riches as an investor and has the largest share on one of the largest companies in America, Berkshire Hathaway. He has given away around 3.2% of his net worth, which is 1.8 billion dollars to charitable causes. However, I don’t understand why all of a sudden he is hailed as a good or honorable man when the manner in which he made his profit’s was anything but that. He maximized profit by adding tight quotas on his companies spending budget and by having minimal improvements made to his workplace. Rather than increasing pensions and increasing the quality of his workers lives, which would ultimately reduce profit, he chose to focus solely on reeling the money into his bank account. Only after his large sum of money, which was stored in off short bank accounts, piled ridiculously high did he turn to ‘higher causes’ like donating money to charity and to the arts.

    Despicable.


    My one week study leave is coming to an end. After this weekend I begin my exam period with Religious Studies being my first exam on Monday. Revision has been a complicated affair for me, I’ve been reading numerous textbooks and trying to absorb a lot of information in one go, and I worry whether most of it will stay with me. The only thing which is keeping me sane is the meticulous planning of my extra long summer, post GCSE’s. I am currently salivating at the prospect of being able to play league without the constant guilt nagging at the back of mind or something as simple as doing nothing for the whole day.

    I will try to keep updating this blog regularly, however taking into consideration current stress levels and the looming exam period, forgive me if the posts come in irregular intervals.

    Josh

    08/05/15

  • 3 Tips for a Calmer Life

    1. EMBRACE how insignificant your life is, you are just another person trapped in a Roller coaster we call Life and however loud you scream, your voice will not stand out from the rest of the passengers. I feel as if humans have adapted recently at a faster rate then ever before, possibly due to the popularity in social media, to harbor thoughts of self importance. This is reflected in how society helps treat people with low self confidence. Rather than delving deeper in to the subjects mind to find the root of his or her lack of self esteem, we just stuff the subject with bullshit such as ‘you’re important!’ or ‘you mean something’ and most infuriating of all ‘you owe yourself more than this.’ This is, as doctors recognize world-wide, a backwards process as more often than not the subject ends up being an even bigger emotional wreck when they realize that they were lied to. The realization that their life actually means very little in the grand scheme of things is tough on them as they have been brainwashed by the doctrine of self-importance. I believe only when we accept that our lives are insignificant, we can lead calm lives without worry from external sources.

    2. Exist less in the minds of others. Humans in general are great at exaggerating who we are and what we do, I think this is because we have always made connotations between ‘self-worth’ and the judgement of others. Far too often we find ourselves looking through the eyes and minds of others, we are quick to dismiss our own ideals for someone else who has more wealth than you or are more influential. However in doing so we are enslaving ourselves to the judgment of others and until we can regard our own opinion just as much as others we will be handcuffed to the other man’s feet. Dear reader you can only start to live a calmer life when you develop an awareness of your beautifully minuscule place on the wider scheme of things. 

    3. Appreciate your life, as it is preciously limited. Appreciate the little things is life like how your mother wish’s you a good day every morning, or how the old man that you see every morning lets you in the bus before himself.

    p.s Dear reader, if ever you feel anxious or you feel as if the world’s pressing down on you, relish in the fact that even on our own planet there are millions of people out there who are indifferent to you. They know nothing about you, or the dilemmas of your career and intern you know nothing about them.

    I hope this helped you feel better.

    Josh

    05/05/15

  • The End of an Era

    Secondary school is over. My mother and I celebrated my last day of secondary school at a local Korean restaurant. We had some black bean noodles which traditionally, graduates would eat in Korea as a form of ceremony. Although my Mother was extremely proud of me and was ecstatic for my ‘achievements’ her emotions just weren’t rubbing off on me, however hard I tried I couldn’t share her excitement.

    Fast forward to this morning-while reading last weeks edition of The Economist I wondered why I could not share my Mothers festivity yesterday, and you know what dear reader, I think I’ve figured it out. During our celebratory meal my mother was thinking ahead, she was looking forward into the distant future. She saw my graduation as another ‘life-hurdle’ of sorts I had successfully jumped over, I suppose for my mother seeing both her sons graduate safely was another tick off her bucket list.

    However, I saw my graduation discordantly. To me yesterday felt like the end of the carefree ambiance I lived and resided in. It signified the end of my childhood, what once had a light purple tint was now just a mundane miserable damp morning.

    To mark the end of year 11 we had a light-hearted assembly celebrating our year groups achievements. In a serious of unfortunate events I ended up winning the ‘cutest year 7’ award, and my prize came in the form of my year 7 mugshot being projected for everyone’s viewing pleasure. While I examined my pre-pubescent face typically lacking any jaw definition, I couldn’t help but feel rather melancholy as I could remember my time in year 7 as if it were yesterday. And this is where my mother and I differ, for whilst she looked ahead my sight were fixated into the past. Graduation for me meant I was one-step closer towards a grey-er future; with grey suits, grey cars, grey jobs, and grey lives.


    What I’m trying to say I suppose is that one cannot only dwell in the past. Our lives are attached to this arrow we call ‘time’, and however hard we try to stop it or slow it down by trying to relive past memories, it will continue to go forward. Life is like trying to walk up the wrong escalator, if you walk normally you’ll stay in the same spot, if you run you’ll slowly make progress, but if you stand still you’ll end up going backwards. And that is exactly what I was doing, I was standing still reminiscing the past and that’s why I was feeling so down, I was going backwards.

    I digress..

    Anyhow after 5 years of both up’s and downs I can proudly present to you my form 11AR.

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    Josh

    02/05/15