Around this time of the year, we start to hear the first tweets of bush warblers in my homeland. We also call them “birds that tell of spring coming” and their “first notes” are seasonal reference for spring in traditional poetry. They go on to showcase their lovely voices singing their distinct breeding calls further into spring, but as of now they are still young aspiring singers in rehearsal.
Their first tweets are often off-key and out of rhythm. They do not yet know the words to the song so they wing it by mumbling. They do not even know when to inhale, so they quickly become out of breath. Frankly speaking, they are awful singers at first! Yet, we cannot help but put smiles on our faces when we hear them practice.
Maybe it is because we want to appraise them for not being afraid to sound silly.
Maybe it is because we want to applaud them for trying so hard to have their voices heard.
Maybe it is because we want to approve them of their day by day improvement in their singing.
It is quite heartwarming to watch them learn to sing by mimicking the elders and blossom into good tweeters.
Our young minds are also fast growing in number tweeting these days. In my homeland, we often hear of their senseless, reckless, careless tweeting. Their tweets are often seen to be off-mark and out of context. They are taken to not know the right words to use so they are received to be mumbling. But their fingers flick so fast they never run out of breath of things to tweet. We cannot help but put frowns on our faces when we see such tweets.
Maybe it is because we find it inapplicable for them to not be afraid to sound silly.
Maybe it is because we find it unappealing for them to try so hard to have their voices heard.
Maybe it is because we find it inappropriate for them to not show growth.
It is true that some of their tweets are quite appalling. But could it be that they are mimicking the elders? If so, the grown-ups must first sing thoughtful songs with kind words for the youngsters to imitate. Then maybe, we will not be so disheartened by their tweets. Maybe we will enjoy watching them blossom into sensible, responsible, caring adults, just as much as we do with bush warblers.
Lastly, massive appreciation for everyone who come here to see me sing my heart out. I try my best to choose my words carefully when I express my thoughts. I hope I am being a mimicable elder…