As the bus closed the door and is about to move out, an African lady was knocking on the window panes to signal shes wanting to board. The bus driver did not manage to hear the knocking sounds. Admittedly I was at the side when she knocked on the panes. The bus left without her, and I can only looked on when she was left behind in the ignorance of the driver. The evening was blistering hot, and the traffic crawl is in its full earnest. The mood was dour, and everyone isnt keen on being stuck in the traffic under these conditions. As the bus slowed to the crawl approaching the exit, to my surprise, this African lady managed to catch up with the now stationary bus & signalled to the driver that she wanted to board. Realised the condition of the woman who chased after his bus, he opened the doors to let her in. I was meanwhile frustrated at the new song that was released in my Japanese-based mobile game app, frustrated that I know of more higher-skilled friends of mine, experts in their skill of rhythm games, unable to match their timings & clear the new song as they expected. As I began contemplating on these two separate events I am reminded once again of the holy month of Ramadan & that these events arent entirely mutually exclusive. Theres a temptation for me to correlate events into a causality, bonded by my personal experience & bias, and make up my own personal interpretation of what everything means. I dont know how to tie up what happened in these fifteen minutes of my life experiences. Is there a meaning, is there a lesson in overcoming adversity, is it about pushing hard & in turn motivate myself to do better? In all honesty I am caught up in a flurry of emotions now; the pent up temper of this morning still lurked on, but it is lukewarm enough to direct my otherwise destructive energy into writing this post. Perhaps I prefer a companion to walk through what I experienced just now, & reassure me that Im going to be OK. Perhaps by writing this I indulged in a catharsis of letting whats inside my heart out, so that I can become more peaceful in my ways. Whatever higher intelligence one subscribes to (or a firm disbelief in so) there is no doubt that even if we believe in the chemistry that makes up our emotion, we still need to tend to our expressive, emotional soul, for otherwise one finds no meaning in our lives, and Allah forbid the state of sloth may drive us to insanity, depression and even suicide.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 10:34:09 +0000
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