the comfort of silence.

well...it is strange that my desire to write has been reawakened. It has always been something I liked to do, but i never bothered to indulge in it. however it is a recent thought that my life is flashing me by and if i do not stop to appreciate the things that are around me, as i age i will regret not remembering these things by.

It has been a hectic few weeks for me. with the yr 2's prelims around the corner, many last minute classes to cover, juggling my new church duties plus trying to push something I privately hope will bear fruit in the future. I took a break a few minutes ago, to sit around the empty stadium steps to look at secondary school kids play next door. a cool breeze brushed by and i sipped my green tea with lemon, hoping it would soothe the flu i had been carrying for the past two days. The light blue sky above me darkened my transition lens, so i removed them, noticing the drop in focus I felt whenever i took off my glasses. I relaxed, and thought to myself how this was what i wanted when i should retire. I already had it. the rush of school life and the many busy people around me faded for a moment and i was enjoying the comfort of silence. it was beautiful and i thought i should share this, and hence this article.

a rush of other thoughts flooded my mind, the way i thought many people around me engaged in frivolous activities and i genuinely did not bother about a lot of their thoughts and feelings. I had my own agenda, but I am also very human. the social needs inside me demand that i engage my peers in such talk. my disinterest is apparent but it is no longer a choice, but an automatic response to a certain level of needs within Abraham Maslow's pyramid.

my thoughts also rushed to a sharing i had yesterday, to the futility of the rush for riches. the mediator in me agrees, there is no point. but the practical side of me knows better, or so he thinks. i smile at the observation i just made to myself as i walk back to resume my work...