Another weekend spent working for this tireless warrior.
Applause, please.
Wait, should we demand applause for working like robots?
I guess, sometimes, the answer's an emphatic "Yes!", and at times, the response should be a resounding, "No!"
When traveling, sometimes the best moments of the journey are embodied by "big" memories. A tour around Vatican City. Walking in the Grand Canyon. Strolling down the Las Vegas strip. Going to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Those are the kinds of memories postcards, chapters of books, and travel documentaries, are made of.
What of the smaller moments, then?
No veins, no heart. No bones, no working body. Smaller, happy, moments are the building blocks for the telling of grandiose tales.
In this entry is a photo of two empty plastic cups, atop a wooden barrel, along with a bag of reasonably prices confections at the Hong Kong Food and Wine Festival 2013. I was there months back with my old schoolmate and friend, Denise. Being the young, saving-up-for-the-future corporate blokes that we were (and still are), we played the frugal card during that event, but still managed to have a great time.
I have chosen to speak about this at this time because doing so seems appropriate.
Amidst all the hustle and bustle of daily living, there lie conversations with people you respect, you hold dear, people whom you see every few years. Apart from the rat race, there are so many more things to live for. There exist so many great things to see, taste, smell, and experience. Food is a conduit to friendship. Time is a conduit to immortality. Memories lodged in the distant past are conduits to even more noteworthy moments soon to happen and soon to make one feel whole.
This slightly drizzly Sunday afternoon which I have chosen to touch on today is one such memory. We strolled around laughing, talking about life, sharing an entire bottle of wine, and forgetting about the rat race, the stress within the confines of the corporate menagerie, and actually took time to watch the world go by, listen to birds chirp, and observe all of the "jazzy" things that maybe only retired folks get to notice and truly absorb. For one brief moment, the it seemed like, even in a chaotic city such as Hong Kong, there lay boats which sailed only to one place- the sea of tranquility.
I have a plan- a grand plan. Over the next few years, I intend to work to escape the rat race, to escape the mindless grind of a work without remorse, without mercy, for the dreamer. I intend to slowly disengage myself from one world- and strive to be at peace, and one, with another. Look out. I am aiming for chocalate in a paper bag, a green tea waffle in a plastic bag, with $130 HK wine in tow.
Thanks, old buddy Denise, for helping me make a memory.
It truly did help put certain things in perspective.
MC
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