Life’s ain’t a bed of roses.
Saturday, July 5th, 2008
I was cleaning my machiam-typhoon-fengsheng-hit-room yesterday when I accidentally entangled the lines of the ball bearings ( see picture on top - anyone got any idea what it’s called?!? )
My room was still in a mess; things all over my bed and floor, vacumn cleaner making a hell lot of noise, bucket of water ( used to wipe dust / clean things ) on the floor. I had a meeting to rush to in an hour’s time, which requires me 30mins to reach there. I had effectively 30mins left to clear up the mess, bathe and dress up.
And then, I had to sit down abruptly and start undoing the mess - the tangled lines. ( Because any further delay could result in serious damage of the lines. )
It was hard. The lines were very fine and the tangle was worst then I thought.
And then, it got me thinking.
Sometimes, we have to stop in our tracks and start thinking of very fine and delicate details. Start to think why is everything in such a mess and murphy have to strike you at this kind of time.
Kind of like a review of your own life which you have to put yourself through every few months.
Then, I sighed deeply and talked to myself.
"What to do? Life ain’t a bed of roses".
