I missed the MRT Breakdown Saga. Recently, the train system had a major outage. On that day, I had to stay a little later than normal to complete some budgeting work, and when I got to the station, the train door just closed.
Later, I took a taxi home after listening to an announcement of an hour’s delay. Then the next day, the papers were rife about how people had to walk on the tracks, how a window was smashed… It was like “Wow! I missed that!?”
Or it might be “Whew! I missed that.”
This has gotten me to think about the mis-adventures in our lives. If I were trapped in the train, 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours later; what would have been going through my mind?
Knowing my, I will most likely be cursing some people, cursing some things, or grumbling about bad luck. Worse, I might need to pee…
Would I have enjoyed the experience? Unless Miss Universe were to be pressed up tightly against me, I strongly doubt that.
Yet, when I learned that I missed this “saga”, there was a twinge of something. A little itch that could not be scratched. The Hokkien has a saying for this, roughly translating to “backside itchy”. Asking for trouble.
I think back on all the “bad times” that I have had. I haved learned a lot and grown a lot through them. Caning when young for failing Chinese, “O” Levels, first break up, 2nd breakup… and of course… National Service. We groused, we grumbled and we cried through much of it. But in the end, we are who we are today, in part due to these. The good, the bad and the ugly.
I just hope that I can remember this, so that the next time I am faced with an “incident”, I will remember all the times when it seemed that I was at the end; and have come out of it. There is always light at the end of the tunnel, even when I cannot see it.
Yes, even when I refuse to see it. I hope I can remember this.
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