Like many others I believe, we woke up with a heavy heart. It’s the second day in mourning for the late Mr Lee Kuan Yew.
As I walk my way to the bus stop to go to work, I noticed an air of peace and quietness. Although I passed through the market, the coffee shop and even lots of other people, there was an atmosphere of silence amidst the noise.
I have no idea why I never noticed it before as I walked my normal speed but this time around I looked at every individual faces as I passed by and I could see the age, time, space and can only imagine what they have gone through in their younger years. Then the hard truth hit me again. As I was ageing, the older generations are saying their goodbyes.
At the bus stop I saw a guy in a shirt and pants with formal shoes and I remembered him as my junior from secondary school. He was my junior in my ECA (as it was previously called) NPCC, National Police Cadet Corps and I was his NCO. This all this happened way in 2000 when I was 16 and he was 13. Yet today, I am here 30 and seeing that same young boy now as a working adult.
time waits for no one.
No matter how strong, how rich and how influential you can be, at the end of the day, God is our creator and we will still have to go back to him.
Peace be upon you,
Siti aka zsiti