I fought to wake up this morning. I think I felt like being riddled with bullet holes. As I pulled myself out of bed and stepped into the bathroom, I felt cold.
I was already late for lessons, though my mind sought to play it easy. To come to think of it, if I was this late for lessons in secondary school I would have jumped out of bed. So what has happened?
Perhaps I have been involved in too many things that has sapped my strenght. Perhaps its just this particular tuesday where my guardian angel left me to get out of bed.
As I trugged my way to school, I paid attention to my footsteps and told my feet to “walk sloow”. I then observed the morning mad rush up the MRT, everybody was walking twice the speed of me. Suitcases in hand and nicey ties, snappy heels and perfume, they were the working class of the population. It was hard to calm yourself when being sandwiched and overtaken by people, seemingly heady with stress. I wonder whether my fate lies like them.
“I wasn’t stressed,” I told myself. “Take my time, what’s the rush.” Although I was late, 15 minutes to be exact for a Quantum Mechanics class. Not something you would die for at 8am in the morning.
I tried to chant a mantra, or a repetition of words to take my mind away from all the noise and traffic.
It didn’t quite work, though nagging thoughts kept appearing in my head. Thoughts like: “Will my life be like this, rushing everywhere?”
I was reminded of a post and I was suddenly mindful of its meaning.
The author is a sucker for music and science. His only fear is ignorance and the sudden disappearance of Chopin's Preludes. His mind wanders like a monk amongst the grasslands of inner mongolia and the mountain top of Kilimanjiaro.
He always get into alot of situations without knowing what he was getting into in the first place. He has learnt three truths which can be summed up as:
1. Life's full of surprises - both wanted and unwanted.
2. Stay in this moment.
3. Keep "don't know mind."
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