At past 3am I have finished two romantic movies. Both on love and life.
I spend twelve hours at work, come home, spend some more hours working mails in between, and then watch a movie. Life,that is mine.
"Sometimes, life doesn't turn out the way you plan it," said Sandra Bullock in While You Were Sleeping. For someone who just got married and now living away from the hubby to work abroad, life isn't near as the newlywed planned it.
And so in the middle of the report I was doing for my meeting later this morning, I re-think about life again. Most people would just say you can't have everything you want. I have come to realize though that I can't have all that I want, but I can choose the things that matter.
I kill my precious time worrying about the insignificant. The death of my dad has thought me that everything can change at a snap of a finger. It's terrible that I seem to have forgotten about it. I go around like a headless chicken, not knowing where to go. Like a robot who does things -- the trivial kind.
In the middle of this desert I am reminded of the uncertainties, of life's impermanence.
Life won't wait for me. Time goes on. I must get my life back.
Secretly I pray for life to wait for me, even just for a little. February, wait for me.
I spend twelve hours at work, come home, spend some more hours working mails in between, and then watch a movie. Life,that is mine.
"Sometimes, life doesn't turn out the way you plan it," said Sandra Bullock in While You Were Sleeping. For someone who just got married and now living away from the hubby to work abroad, life isn't near as the newlywed planned it.
And so in the middle of the report I was doing for my meeting later this morning, I re-think about life again. Most people would just say you can't have everything you want. I have come to realize though that I can't have all that I want, but I can choose the things that matter.
I kill my precious time worrying about the insignificant. The death of my dad has thought me that everything can change at a snap of a finger. It's terrible that I seem to have forgotten about it. I go around like a headless chicken, not knowing where to go. Like a robot who does things -- the trivial kind.
In the middle of this desert I am reminded of the uncertainties, of life's impermanence.
Life won't wait for me. Time goes on. I must get my life back.
Secretly I pray for life to wait for me, even just for a little. February, wait for me.
