It was the Friday before the last
Friday or the one before it. I had postponed this entry for so long I don’t
remember which Friday it was. It was a Friday though.
The slave had to come to work early; He left
home close in the wee hours of dawn. As soon as he neared the highway around
6.40am he was hit by a surge of surprise. What he saw made his insides churn a
little. The highway he was on was already jammed so early in the morning.
People were already rushing to work. Aslam thought to himself, “What in the worId
is going on?” He said whilst feeling a little sad inside, for some reasons. The
sadder part was he wasn’t exactly different than the hordes of sheep’s. Then he said, “Well bear with me whilst my
thought scatters. How much time do we spend getting to work, being at work and
coming back from work? How many years of life had gone? What have we learned
and gained? Look at me” he said. “It
takes me more than an hour to go to work and come back from work. I am still
lucky because we get to take the company bus and you know; get to nap
throughout the journey, if one chooses to do so at least. Travelling on my own
to work if I were to drive it will cost more than a thousand ringgit each
month.” He whispered to himself, now in the bus while some of his colleagues
were on their laptops busy working.
Everyone is now travelling in one
direction (not the boy band) the one that presumably promotes stability, wealth
and happiness.
How much time and effort, turned
into dust, we however remain aghast, what is this meekness, this sheep like
adherence. Existentialism, So much power one has of himself? When the simplest act
we are dependent on other things; the directions are wrong, depression has
sprung, the pain it gobbles up the mind, the soul, disrupting the decision
making, the shallow sheeps unable to look beyond the laws of the shallow and
selfish society. Time spent in order to buy more things, to pay off debts high
as kings, to show others I have a job, I go out during the day, come back
looking tired at night surely that can only mean conformity and adherence to
the laws stated by the society, Success!
Having said that, the thing that
keeps me going or keeps me in peace despite the occasional visit by mr.
Depression is a balanced life one where I try to divide wisely and concentrate
on all aspects of my life especially on spirituality and not superficiality. I
wake up early in the morning not thinking of worldly things and I go to sleep
not thinking of any shallow
thoughts/dreams or least try. Perhaps we shall learn from history and look at
the people or the civilisation before us who have passed away. What are the
things that really matters? I guess I am in many ways, depends on how you look
at it, fortunate in many ways therefore should constantly be reminding myself
to be grateful.
I end with this verse:
“The Reality,
What is the Reality, what will make you know what the reality is!”