Just when I feel that the morning crowd is my greatest nemesis
Entered the swimming pool at ten minutes to nine today, my latest record. No sooner than my tenth round, the pool was empty and Im the only soul in the water. Kind of freaky at first but I cant be bothered to let psychological insecurities interrupt my once-in-a-very-blue-moon workout. Swimming really keeps me un-fat...
I had to stop at my fifteenth lap cos the lifeguards were all staring at me, probably thinking "This guy must have a water shortage at home", "Maybe he ran out of water and is drinking from the pool?", "Maybe his girlfriend ditched him and he is here to destress?". Actually I cant be bothered. However my hunger and the possibility of being locked in caught up with me and I did not complete my 20 laps. I hate being hungry like every two hours, but then I did not have dinner. And I do not have a choice of when to be hungry either.
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I board the MRT seeing everybody with the same countenance as me; Pissed with the jams and shoves, stressed by work loads and worried about missing the train.
I have also seen people sacrificing their time, youth, money and love to help others, hoping to make a better world. Their altruism never seems to run out. They smile even in the face of harsh conditions and suffering (no.. they are not masochists). I was wondering during my swim: Is there a limit to the amount of passion and love in these noble ones? What about ours?
Is the amount of love/passion homogeneous in everyone. If so why dun I feel that I can commit as much as these people can, much as I know that I want to?
And also, whats the difference between passion and love? *(One is more nuanced than the other?)
Its quite a strange epiphany but recent experiences make me wonder how some ppl can be so angelic and cheerful while others are just simply obnoxious and weird...
I have my perceptions to these self-asked questions, but I thot that it serves as an insightful brainteaser.
(I think the amount of love everyone can give is the same, just depending on how the owner wishes to share and use it)
I had to stop at my fifteenth lap cos the lifeguards were all staring at me, probably thinking "This guy must have a water shortage at home", "Maybe he ran out of water and is drinking from the pool?", "Maybe his girlfriend ditched him and he is here to destress?". Actually I cant be bothered. However my hunger and the possibility of being locked in caught up with me and I did not complete my 20 laps. I hate being hungry like every two hours, but then I did not have dinner. And I do not have a choice of when to be hungry either.
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I board the MRT seeing everybody with the same countenance as me; Pissed with the jams and shoves, stressed by work loads and worried about missing the train.
I have also seen people sacrificing their time, youth, money and love to help others, hoping to make a better world. Their altruism never seems to run out. They smile even in the face of harsh conditions and suffering (no.. they are not masochists). I was wondering during my swim: Is there a limit to the amount of passion and love in these noble ones? What about ours?
Is the amount of love/passion homogeneous in everyone. If so why dun I feel that I can commit as much as these people can, much as I know that I want to?
And also, whats the difference between passion and love? *(One is more nuanced than the other?)
Its quite a strange epiphany but recent experiences make me wonder how some ppl can be so angelic and cheerful while others are just simply obnoxious and weird...
I have my perceptions to these self-asked questions, but I thot that it serves as an insightful brainteaser.
(I think the amount of love everyone can give is the same, just depending on how the owner wishes to share and use it)
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