One word to describe the month of august – restless. Anymore of this and im bound to look like everyone’s favourite bear and no it’s not winnie the pooh.

Black Eyed Pear, i mean Bear

I recent trip to an eatery got me thinking, our lives aint that different from fishes waiting to be netted. Asides that they stay in water, cold blooded, have scales, gills…blah blah blah.

i’m still using the same road to work everyday, but to a different gate.
i’m still wearing a bunny suit, but of a different colour.
i’m still attending passdown meetings, but in a different room.

i still go through air showers, just a much smaller one.
i still have to communicate everyday, but in a different language.
i still have a bunch of colleagues i see everyday, but they are of different names…

“That’s what life is. It’s a series of rooms and who we get stuck in those rooms with, adds up to what our lives are.”

It’s true, although we don’t have any control whatsoever over when we get stuck with them, for how long, why were they chosen and most importantly who are these people.