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Thursday, August 25, 2005I'm quite unused to the smooth consistent look of the floor outside of my house. They recently repainted the blocks, and patched up the floor while they were at it. Everytime I go home, I stare at the floor and think they came back and did something else to it, but obviously they haven't. The familiar cracks, marks, paint, even extra layers of plaster are all gone. Replacing them are smooth planes of light grey concrete. I kind of liked the old floor better, I liked it better in that I knew where each line was, how I've seen it there for the past 10 plus years? Now that familiarity is gone. The little things that make my life seem secure and rooted are slowly eroding, the floor's different, the gate's a different colour, the colour of the block, the colour of the railings, the lack of a private transport vehicle. The routine of my life has been sort of disrupted, could be a contributing factor to my unsettled state of mind right now. Hmm. Whilst pondering about the new flooring and stuff, I walked up the stairs and was confronted by a cockroach! The horror! Of course confronted wouldn't be a very good word, since the creature was lying flat on it's back, feelers moving about and the odd limb slowly jerking about. I stood there for a few minutes, staring in fascination, watching the cockroach's life ebb away as each minute passed. To think that the cockroach was lying on it's back, at the side of the step, (brings a new meaning to the phrase 'Crawl somewhere and die', or at least it did for me) in an unassuming, insignificant manner, dying. I believe that everything, everyone, everything has a purpose in life. Although I never really understood what cockroaches were put here for, but it just struck a chord... Death, the end of everything that one knows. It comes more unexpectedly than one would think, and the passing of anyone can and will affect people in more ways than thought possible. How you measure your life isn't by accolades and awards, but rather what sort of impact you leave on other people. <- Rephrased from something I heard from somewhere once before. Haiz, the impact of a cockroach on my life, and I don't even like them one bit. =( |