ever heard of this story about this doke who hated process? when he was in sch.. he hated exams and studying.. then one day he make a wish that he could skip all these "useless" process.. then one day, he pick this ball of string on his way back from school.. when he examine the ball further.. a voice spoke out and told him. "pull a little of the string and time will pass quickly. and all those hassles will be gone in a blink of an eye."
he was so happy.. he decided to pull a little of that ball of string.. *zzzaaaaappppp* he skips studying and passed his secondary studies.. enlisting into army.. tired of all those training and trench digging.. he pull a little of the string again.. *zzzzaaapppp* he finished his national service..
two major stage of his life were over just like this.. it all felt like half a day has passed..
he cant wait to start and finish his tertiary studies.. cant wait to marry the girl of his dream.. cant wait for a thousand and one thing.. he then pull the string for a little more than usual...
here he is.. married to the girl of his dream.. a child of his own... and... he was tired.. bored.. again... he then pull the string till the end of it..
he found himself of the deathbed.. with his children and grandchildren who seem so cannily unfamiliar to him.. love ones he dont recognise, closes one he never love.. no memories to share.. no one to cry for.. the whole picture of a love one dying is just so... paradox.. ironic.. old man dying.. loves one around.. but.. no love was felt.. no thoughts were shared.. no memories to hold on to...
i dont want to be like him...
to be continued...
he was so happy.. he decided to pull a little of that ball of string.. *zzzaaaaappppp* he skips studying and passed his secondary studies.. enlisting into army.. tired of all those training and trench digging.. he pull a little of the string again.. *zzzzaaapppp* he finished his national service..
two major stage of his life were over just like this.. it all felt like half a day has passed..
he cant wait to start and finish his tertiary studies.. cant wait to marry the girl of his dream.. cant wait for a thousand and one thing.. he then pull the string for a little more than usual...
here he is.. married to the girl of his dream.. a child of his own... and... he was tired.. bored.. again... he then pull the string till the end of it..
he found himself of the deathbed.. with his children and grandchildren who seem so cannily unfamiliar to him.. love ones he dont recognise, closes one he never love.. no memories to share.. no one to cry for.. the whole picture of a love one dying is just so... paradox.. ironic.. old man dying.. loves one around.. but.. no love was felt.. no thoughts were shared.. no memories to hold on to...
i dont want to be like him...
to be continued...

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