Waltzing Matilda

Every Day Is A Choice

While jogging across the field, I heard a woosh woosh sound. It was the sound of a kite cutting through the wind right above me. Just like as described in the Kite Runner. It has been a long while since anything amazed me in this simple way. Glad I came by here.

The Bagel Express

By the time morning comes, all the negative emotions associated with the previous day's incidents would have dissipated after a good night's sleep. Human emotion management 101 basically.

I remember a time past, when I could leisurely admire the serenity amidst the drops of the rain while looping that same catchy tune for months. This essence of subtle dissection has become a lost art in my life with the exception of tea appreciation. Conversely, it allows me shrug out the unpleasant incidents just as timely as they appear.

The spread between the human ability for care and consideration as opposed to hurt and mockery is just bewilderingly great. All in one day, ironically I have a great boss who treats me like a friend, and a former friend who makes sure we are at frenemy distance. I for one attempt to run my course in the middle ground. To return as much consideration as I'm given and likewise mockery on a nett ratio of myself to the world.

This ratio of giving and taking once troubled me quite a bit. On a Utopian hill-billy level, we should be troubled. But over time I learnt to see this as a great game of a balancing act. It is most hysterical and ironic that through each opposing party's effort to tilt the game in each own's favor (be it for good or bad), the balance is actually kept.

Let the dice roll on.