Routines

If I wake up at 06:30 in the morning, it means I am late for work, which starts at 09:00. What goes on sequentially in the hours between these time are:

1) Wash up
2) Stretching exercise
3) Quiet Time with God and reading His Word
4) Breakfast
5) Dress up and leave house

By then, the time will be around 08:05 and I will be in a mad rush ...

- Walking to the train station (about 15min)
- Waiting for and taking train to destination (about 30min)
- Waiting for and taking shuttle bus to workplace (about 15min)
- Walking from bus-stop to workplace (10min)

Two things I can never skip from my routines are related to health: physical health and spiritual health. If I don't exercise, I will usually face aching bones after some time. If I don't spend time with God, I will usually end up working aimlessly and wasting the day, lacking the strength to push and look forward. These two routines are therefore an essential part of my life and I am determine to keep it, rain or shine, late or early.

What about you? Do you find meaning in your life within your routines?

Confession of a Pusher

It irks me that I am a pusher and I have to do it daily. It is not as if I am enjoying it, but I don't really have a choice.

Let me tell you my story, how I became a pusher. I work it a place remote from public transport and I have to take a feeder bus to reach my destination. Each time the bus arrives, a huge crowd will gather to enter to a one door entrance up the bus. There is no queue whatsoever nor the cue to know the exact spot where the bus will stop, so everyone will have to move discerningly to position a good spot when the bus is seen arriving.

When the bus arrive and stop, all hell will break lose and everyone will be rushing to get up the bus relentlessly. Some passengers however will be stricken with fear of stampede and freeze without moving forward, and that is where I become a pusher.

I push people to move forward to reach the bus. Many people surrounding the bus will try all angles and means to make their way forward and up, inch by inch, step by step, but with some fear stricken people ahead, there is seldom chance to reach the goal. The only way, therefore, is to PUSH ahead using a finger or one's body, with a stare that can kill, to make sense to the person ahead, to quit being a stumbling block and move forward and up.

This is my story of how I became a pusher, and it is an unpleasant daily experience for me, because I have always pride myself in acting gracefully, but for this case, I do not have a choice, so if you are one of my victims, I hope you will understand.