random thoughts

Tuesday, 20 September 2005 T: 22 41

In a bar, among that multitude, amongst that sleaziness and chaos, two girls stay at a corner, relishing a glass of wine each after a day of work. There, they unwind, chatting, talking about almost all things under the Sun, from guys to sleeping styles. They seem like sisters, forever never running out of things to chat about, to laugh. To them, an hour of girl-talk daily seems never sufficient. There seems so much things to talk about, yet insufficient time to accommodate that.

Across the bar, set another duo, guys. They sat there, occasionally enjoying the comparatively occasionally exchanges of jokes and comments, quiet most of the time though. That empty silence between them seem not so much bothersome, rather giving each time of ample musing and reflection. They never fail to appreciate the quiet company of each other, somehow encouraged, somehow deepen in their friendship by just sitting there together, observing the world around them.

It would be by mere coincidence, or pure luck, that both pairs find their ‘ideal’ partner in one another. And soon, driven by passion, infatuation, or just ‘love’, marriage occurs. There, the beauty and irony of marriage can be seen – the union of two people who can’t make sense of each other’s world. To him, he needs that peace and quiet, and yet to her, he doesn’t seem to be willing to communicate. The girls confide in each other along the years, securing their bonds and friendships. The guys continue to drown their frustrations with drinks, somehow relieved and comforted by each other’s company.

Somehow, the two couples live out the rest of their years in the type of lives they once felt compelled to live, and perhaps till now – family lives. And in this mundane world, each continues to spend his or her life in pursuit of ambitions and dreams. They have children, parents they felt they are called to be. Whether they live out their lives in happiness or not is a ceaseless question to ask.

For me, I would continue to remain at the silent observer, the solitary writer, somehow delighted in the experiences which I have seen, voyeur perhaps it seems, yet appreciating the wonders of the Creation, still caught up in my own world and time. In this transient and earthly world, there lies that distorted and confused truth. Truth seems what it appears to be, only one day can it be fully and clearly defined. Somehow, all is just a dream, part of that reverie that is gradually unfolding. Happiness and sadness are just but illusions, just part of the dream that will come to pass…