Lessons

Someone extraordinary taught me a very important lesson today. But no, not a word was said between us, that’s irrelevant. I learnt that you do not really meet people randomly. You meet them because they have something to contribute to your life, and you, to theirs. But the moment you cease contributing to each other’s growth is when you stop the journey together. It doesn’t mean that it’s a bad thing; it’s just that you have exhausted each other’s wealth of knowledge and love that have been vital elements to moulding the person that you are now.

It’s amazing how someone can have so much impact to your life if only you let them. Relationships can be retarded and society has rules on how they all work. But sometimes, when you take a step back and look at the events from a distance, you will realise that it all happened for a reason. It’s not really as fucked up as it seemed.

As the years go by, you’ll know that you’ll always be grateful to that extraordinary soul that held your hand when no one else did. That one person who motivated and inspired you, and always seemed to know the right thing to say when you are staring at a blank wall with tears in your eyes not knowing what to do with your life. I believe it’s a privilege to meet someone like that. And when you do, learn as much as you could from that person.

The world is such an unpredictable place to be in, and at the sunset of our lives the one thing that we will remember is who touched our lives the most, and how, after meeting them, the world has become such a better place than when we first found it.

The Next Train

In the morning, train stations quickly get packed with people who only have one goal in mind: catch that next damn train at any cost!

It’s amazing to see people of all shapes and sizes weaving through the crowd, sometimes in a snake-like manner and sometimes, rough and tough, tackling everyone in their path like an overly determined rugby player!

No one looks happy, and everyone looks the same! So I wonder, are we all thinking the same thing every morning? Dreading another day in prison..err work, dreading another day in school, dreading this short journey to some place they really wouldn’t wanna be in…

So ironically, public transport has the most antisocial people in one of the most socially conducive environment. Hundreds of people packed together, standing or sitting right next to each other but not talking or, at the very least, smiling at anyone. Some even get annoyed when strangers sit right next to them. And some bags just take up premium space for free at peak hour services.

It’s a mysterious environment. Everyone’s thinking about something, looking at something, listening to something. There’s always something going on in public transport. But each person is in a bubble, contained within his or her own little interesting world that no one knows about but themselves.

I just find it quite fascinating. Or maybe I’m just weird.