A Beautiful Encounter..

it was another day..

another day you got a strange new encounter and bridged with another life..

shared stories..

communicated your thoughts, your pasts, and hopefully share a common future..

it started with a little bit of reluctance because you are not physically attracted..

it's strange how the human eyes and minds can be so shallow despite the gifts of such talented capacity to feel, create and share..

as if we never knew we have the compassion to relate thoughts and feelings..

was it bad experiences we had that made us as bad or shallow to others?

was it our upbringing that tells us we don't mix around with people of the other kinds..

yes we do have our own preferences..

yes we do get rejected at times too..

but does it give us the ultimate discretion to hurt another fragile soul?

do we all not wish for a better tomorrows?

why can't we just be more delicate with people's hearts?

why can't we just try to bridge and communicate and help?

i don't like you. you're weird. i don't understand you. you're tough. and most of all i don't care a damn about knowing you or not! there are millions out there that i might bump into on a daily basis, why do i care a damn about who you are and what you need?! i have more than enough responsibilities and works to figure out to have the split second to think about you!

this is human..

human behavior..

which makes everyone, including you and me aspire to own a better physical appearance..

be it your face, your body, your odor, your voice, your gestures..

all because we know it does make tremendous differences..

whether you realize it or not..

we are visualistic animals..

what is the X-factor?

why do people conveniently forget to treasure things they once wanted so badly but presently own?

life..

everything passes like a blink of the eye..

as if immediately your subconscious mind decides to erase the experience..

why?

it doesn't want to think further about the complications of two clashed minds or souls..

the millions of possibilities of routes next to take.. the encounters.. the consequences.. the events..

it wishes to sleep through reality..

it wishes to get the heartbeat up again into something really engaging that stimulates the feel good factor..

the movies..

the stories..

the musics..

the visual effects..

then it slowly rounds the mind back to the present state of visible truth.

it is an old piece of metal..

looking back into the rear mirror..

he had this sad empty look in the facial expression that transcended through the mirror..

you felt sorry..

he's 60 over..

he's still driving people in the city and suburbs on sundays..

unknowingly it triggered my mind to figure what happens in his life..

it must be mundane and empty..

couldn't think further cause it's disturbing to believe that life is such a dry quest just to fulfill the mighty creator's will..

suddenly i saw my own reflection in the mirror..

my face was even more sorrow and emptier than his..

and despite the capacity to be charming and energetic..

i felt it's withering..

why is life so tiring sometimes..

so i broke the ice..

"hey uncle the destination? it's actually near ..."

suddenly you noticed his empty facial expression blossomed into a graceful passionate smile..

he's beautiful. he's a beautiful old man with a wonderful heart and life. a wonderful family and a tough but challenging career.

and so we talked.

just for a couple of minutes i felt so good about it.

he didn't complain about his job. he's just a taxi driver.

he still comes out to work despite having two children who are full grown adults fending for themselves out there in the working world..

they don't have an ambitious career either. and they don't even give him money. but he's not complaining. he was laughing away as he talked about them.

"naa.. they don't give me money. they only give my wife money. coz i'm still able to earn my own money."

"haha i didn't really work so much. i woke up around 6am to send a client to the airport and then on i was having a morning coffee chit chatting with my bunch of friends in the cafe all the way through the morning and then the afternoon. you were actually my first client for the day."

he was happy with his simple life.

he was happy he lived and is still living.

perhaps his calling is to be able to drive people to their destinations safety and comfortably. he lived his calling and it's all worthwhile..

he has good companies around him who kept him faithful to his commitments in life and of course there are ups and downs in life but every now and then, a strange encounter with little blessing from a stranger client might just light up that little space in his heart that keeps him waking up so early in the morning and turning into bed so late in the evenings.. even at the age of 60 plus..

i feel happy for him.. i wished to give him a nice warm hug and say hey, you're such a wonderful taximan.. have a good day~