The eccentric world. We, living for others' empires

Beautifully written, I must say, those that I wrote in the past, so eccentric and full of pain and anger. Reading back those angry words, I realized how insane I could be. But insanity drives creativity isn’t it? When a person is in his/her sane mind, everything said and done is so rightfully and reasonably and politically correct. And every single day, we have to live the day like that. Talk sane in an insanity world so that others could understand us.


Many of us are always busy. Busy with other’s life and achievements, and forgotten to built on ours. We work for others and to make their business flourish, sometimes even at the expense of straining our own relationships with family members and friends, and health.


That day, after revisiting the clinic again for my bad cough, I went to buy my lunch at this Malay stall. While waiting for my mee soto to be prepared, I saw a little girl in school uniform standing next to me and talking to one of the hawkers. I looked at the 4 hawkers working diligently and efficiently in the stall. Although is it not a big stall, but each has a role to play. And it seems to be a family business. One was packing rice for the customer before me, another is cooking and preparing my mee soto, another was arranging the food on the trays, and the last one is busy cooking to refill the dishes. All of them were fully focus on their role, occasionally chatting among themselves and with the little girl in school uniform.


Then I looked on with envy. Envy that this group of people standing before me could spend their time working yet at the same time bonding with their family members, living each day for themselves and not for others.


Grabbing my mee soto, walking through the hazy streets which aggravated my itchy throat, bearing in mind the scene at the malay stall. What a torture.