Tuesday, January 16, 2007
How can time fly if it has no wings?
Some say that time waits for no one. It's no wonder why I always get left behind. Surprisingly, last night, I found myself soaking up in the sweetness of time. For the first time this year, I found time to take a breather. Usually, when I returned from work, I would spend my evenings meeting friends for dinner or doing my assignments and writing articles. Last night, I had none to do and that sent a streak of excitement through me. Should I watch tv? Should I pack my room? Should I update my blog? Then, I realised that I had so much to do but only a few hours of the night to do it.
I ended up watching tv for an hour - Alice in Wonderland on Disney Channel. Truth be told, I never liked this movie, even as a kid. I mean, which little girl in the right mind would wander into "wonderland" just to find out where a silly white rabbit was going? And some of the characters in the movie gives me the creeps like Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum (weird), the fat caterpillar who smokes pot (annoying) and the Mad Hatter (wacko). Ironically, I found Mr Rabbit completely relatable because he, like me, is always running out of...time.
Anyway, I decided not to finish watching the show because, well, time is precious. So I headed into my bathroom to spend some quality time by myself. I'm not weird or anything ok...I just find it therapeutic to be confined in that space, with little to distract me. I spent an hour in there, reading my book, putting on my face mask, and doing other personal stuff...
And then, this funny thought struck me as I was staring at the roll of toilet paper. I was reflecting on how humans are like paper, all made of different quality and for different purposes. Some are like Conqueror paper, made of good quality and everybody likes them. Some are like fancy paper, expensive and nice, but not as purposeful. Some people are like toilet paper, humble, cheap and yet so important. But you know what's the one thing that makes them all the same? Vulnerability. No matter how good or bad the grade of paper is, it can't run away from its inevitable destruction. Some meet with fire and burn till nothing's left. Some are soaked in water and it doesn't ever feel the same again. Others are kept in the shelf until they're yellow and dirty and forgotten. Similarly for humans, no matter how successful or rich or beautiful we are, we will die one day. Yup, some food for thought. Or should I say, paper for thought.
After I emerged from my bathroom escapade, I turned on my laptop with the intention to write a blog entry. But horror of horrors, I checked my email and received one from the editor which required me to do some WORK. That was the ultimate anticlimactic way to end my evening. So I grumbled for a moment, thanked God for giving me this freelance job, and went along editing my article, which by the way, took me almost 2 hours to perfect. By then, it was time to sleep.
Posted by Jo at 3:14 PM
