Red lights...

I guess a life's journey is like driving. Sometimes its a cruise, othertimes its a bumpy ride.

Meeting a red light while driving, I would say, is a part of the driving process. I hate red lights. It's wasting my time, wasting the petrol, and making me stop and watch other people pass me by while doing nothing at all. After 20 seconds of waiting, I would suddenly focus my attention on the most minute detail on the road, like what colour the bag of a pedestrian is, the license plate number of the car which just made a U-turn, and I could list more. My point is, I get distracted from my destination.

Sometimes my heart gets hurt. Its like stopping at a red light. I will then take a step back, focus my mind on other stuff, like blogging, playing Sims, and the list goes on. Then, my tears will flow, but my mind is still on finishing this entry, and suddenly, I don't know what else to do. Then I will indulge in self-pity, making myself believe that the people around me don't deserve my love for them anymore. A red light is not a pit stop in life, it is a sad chapter of my life.

So I guess meeting with a fatal accident would mean the end of a life.

A funeral forever marches in my heart,
Qing