21st April 2009
I've been in a self-denial stage, but hopefully this is all going to end.
2 upcoming big projects, one for my wokr and the other for the forum, I can foresee a busy period in the next few months;
maybe I'll get more wrinkles, more gray hair.....whatever, but I'll have to fight on.
Tonight, as I was going home, while waiting at the bus-stop; I spotted an old man.
He was oblivious (or pretending to be??) of everyone else around him. He dug through the dustbin, looked for drink cans,took them out,
*smack!* He smashes them with his slippers
All in all, he managed to smash 6 I think.
I looked at him quietly as he stepped on the tin cans professionally, not that this is a professional job in any case.....
Pardon myself for lack of vocabulary, the old man gave me a sense of presence.
I wondered how much those 6 tincans may bring him? 6cents?
What can I buy with 6 cents?
I need 10-6cents to get myself a cup of coffee every morning.
If you ask me to dig out tincans from the rubbish bin, I can't bring myself to do it.
But the old man did.
As he cycled towards towards the next dustbin, I turned away from his sight and continued thinking about dustbins and 6 cents.
Why can I earn much more than the old man, when he can do things I cant do?
This very much explains why hard work is not equivalent to monetary returns.
Why some people are very lucky but do not treasure what they have, instead they become very snobbish?
Why....are there so many unanswered quesions?
Why am I here?
Why.....
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