TTS: Interludes of Life

1 March 2013, 5:36AM

The best part about being a busy-bee is that I work, and work, and work, and although I don’t get to see instant results from my labour, I’ve unknowingly pollinated the path behind me, insodoing, assisted in creating some of the most splendid orchids I’ll ever get to see. Work that seemed so menial, insignificant and like a total waste of time has brought meaning to my life and the world, no matter how small the difference. Only when I look back on the journey I’ve taken to get here will I be able to appreciate the beautiful flowers that now exist were I once had the privilege of laying my feet. 

Over the years, I’ve come up with many ideas; written and rewritten a number of plans and never fully implemented any of them for fear of failure, and even success. Nonetheless, the ideas grew bigger and the plans got more defined. Little did I know at the time, but each time I wrote out these ideas and plans, I was in the process of creating something grander than my imagination could ever conceive. 

As I took a look at all this today, I was astounded by the incredible journey I’d taken to be where I am today. All the pieces are finally coming together and I’m beginning to see a glimpse of an interestingly intricate yet simply elegant puzzle. 

Nothing I’ve ever learnt, did or worked on was ever in vain. It’s all taken me one step closer to my ultimate destiny. 

Thank You God for the blessings

:)

TTS: Interludes of Life

11:27a.m., Thursday, 18 June 2015
At The Workplace

Just. Great.

Our power's gone out. And I have noodles for lunch. Just my luck...

I'm not starving, so I guess I'll make it to the end of the day -- well, if it comes down to it. What I'm battling now is trying to keep awake and sane on less than 3 hours of sleep. Yes: now I understand why I've never bought into the idea of going out on a week day.

Ah, but I hold no regrets; I had a fantastic night out with B. What should've just been a little catch-up session over wine at The Smokehouse and Grill in Braam between two old friends (I don't like the feel of that last sentence -- besides the fact that I dislike making any public reference to Braam (aka Cool Kid Central), it feels snotty, although it's true), turned into dinner, a night of chatting and a debate party of three. We spoke about a lot: Artists and the commercialisation of their work, 'unethical' brand endorsements, culture, magic, spirit, interesting writers, fascinating docu-films on YouTube, skin tone, urban to rural  migration, social castes, being frugal... and we didn't realise we were there way after closing time; those poor waiters... we barely noticed people had started leaving ages ago. Of course, it would've been great if Twin was with us, but our meeting was so last minute and on the spur of the moment, we didn't actually plan anything.

After we had such a good time, we decided we couldn't leave things high and dry, so B and I said our goodbyes to our male companion and hopped off to Kitchener's (a place I'm -- to put it lightly -- not particularly fond of for political and personal reasons. Yes, I'm a shrewd; bite me.) Little did I know, we'd remain there until  about 02:50a.m., then head home to indulge in more conversation before hitting the sack. I swear; there's never a dull moment with B.

I needed that.

And now that the electricity's back, I need to make me some noodles.