Thursday, April 24, 2008
musings #002
I was on the bus to school this morning. But when it came to my stop, I realised I just didn't really feel like getting off. So I didn't.
Having practically lived in school for the past couple a weeks working my ass off, I figured I was a bit sick of the place and it was time for a break, even if it just meant for a day. With no plan or any idea where on earth the bus would go, I got off at a place where my world once revolved around.
It was raining monkeys and donkeys so I just sat at the bus stop for a good hour odd, and began reading Tuesdays with Morrie for the twelve thousandth time. It felt strangely liberating and peaceful. With the rest of the world caged in their offices like circus chimps, the area was deserted. All mine.
I then gave myself a little challenge - not look at the time. This might sound really stupid, but its DAMN hard. With no plans made, nobody to meet, no meetings to attend, no work to do, time seems to move like a snail. Or a snail with a limp. I found this rather amusing. Bemusing.
Then the rain settled. I shifted. And continued reading. Repeated. Twice. Thrice. Then settled down with a cuppa and finished the book. Its such a strange thing when just sitting and reading a book becomes such a luxury.
Not having anything to do today gave me a bit of time for thinking. Not exactly a good thing cos I tend to think ALOT. Watching the world float by, often one thing leads to another and they go in circles till they end up at the thought I started with. But just with a whole lot more depressing questions now. So I try not to think so much nowadays.
Anyway enough twaddle. Pffft.
"How will you give when you can no longer speak?" Koppel asked.
Morrie shrugged. "Maybe I'll have to ask everyone to ask me yes or no questions."
It was such a simple answer that Koppel had to smile. He asked Morrie about silence. He mentioned a dear friend Morrie had, Maurice Stein, who was going deaf. Koppel imagined the two men together one day, one unable to speak, one unable to hear. What would that be like?
"We will hold hands," Morrie said. "And there will be a lot of love passing though us. We've had thirty-five years of friendship. You don't need speech or hearing to feel that."
Posted at 5:39 PM
I was on the bus to school this morning. But when it came to my stop, I realised I just didn't really feel like getting off. So I didn't.