Time can be our friend or enemy. It can work with us, or work against us. It's up to us to decide wht we want to make it to be. Mark shared tht he realised tht there were some things tht when left alone it will naturally be resolved on its own. I was apprehensive at first, but it made alot of sense later on. Why do we sometimes feel so burdened, like our heads wanna burst, but almost as suddenly as the problems came, they seem to disappear? Maybe no one had felt tht way before, but I have.


Some things need to left alone, so tht we can focus on more impt stuff, in this case, my exams. And when the impt stuff have been accomplished, we can then rivert our attention back to these things tht we once put aside on ths shelf. By this time, the problem might be seen in a different light, somethin tht is more manageable to us, or even tht it is not even there anymore. Lotsa things in life can't be rushed. By tryin to act smart and attempt to handle everythin all at one shot (like wht I tend to do sometimes), ya might just end up screwin up all. I need to zoom in on the more significant stuff, rather than set out to be Wondergirl.


When I was in the shower last night, I thought abt life. In tht spilt moment, I used the analogy of a bus to be life. The bus leaves the terminal, which is our Mum's womb. The driver seems to symbolise our parents, who decide which direction we head to and mould our character. The bus will need to stop at bustops, which are like impt events in our life, which passengers board and alight, just like the pple who enter our lives or just past us by. Some may stay, some may leave us with impressions and lessons learnt. No bus stop is exactly the same distance- they vary. So it's almost like for some stops in our life, it tks longer to reach then others, but as long as keep movin, we will get there. The bus can't stop halfway, it has to complete its route. Similarly, in life, we can't just pause and live in tht moment in time. We'll only be livin in the past. I will not even use the word "livin", rather the word "existin". And at the end, the bus reaches the terminal, our end of the life then tht is. The final passengers will be the friends and loved ones tht stay close to us in the end. The likelihood of those passengers tht took the bus at the beginnin of the journey bein those tht end the journey with ya is not very high. Maybe 1 or 2. Those are our lifelong friends.