I realised that alot of things in life can by symbolic. Because everything is so ambiguous, there are so many different meanings one can derive from the same thing that one might say every object in life is symbolic.
Today I went jogging again. And being the idiot that I was, I took a different path to my jogging path this time. Thinking that because it only went through one patch of grass, and that it didn't rain today, it would be dry. Oh, how wrong I was.
"Hey, I wonder why that patch of grass I'm about to step on is so shiny its almost like its growing out of concrete? OH SHI-".
And yea you get what I mean. And let's try to be Literature Fags and interpret it in whatever manner we can.
[begin lameshit lit evaluation] Because the water was cleverly disguised as concrete under poor lighting, we can say that in life many things are not what they seem to be. As innocent and innocuous they may seem on the surface, often it is too late before one realises the fatality of his mistakes as he plunges into the murky depths.
Also, one might say that every step ventured in life is a risk taken. The significance of the danger associated with every step is evident in this scenario, where the stupid speaker steps into a puddle of muddy water without watching where he steps. Look before you step, and one might reduce the risks he encounters in life.
Furthermore, the puddle of muddy water hidden in a patch of grass under an overhead bridge shows how danger may lurk in the places we may least expect it. Places of which one would expect to be safe may not be what they seem, and trouble beckons when one least expects it. To be prepared is as good as not being prepared, this is known as “防不胜防”.
[/end lameshit lit evaluation]
But there's an abandoned railway track near the jogging path which I love to explore. And on it I see alot of things which evoke alot of emotions in me. As in seriously, not the kind of shit I crap up for lit lessons.
Following it is not exactly an easy task, considering how the wood is preserved only where shelter is present. This makes for places where even the metal rails are covered by bushes, while the wooden tracks have already rotted into nothingness, where one would easily stumble upon a railing hidden from view.
But it is fun. To make for the unknown. To explore. It is an inherent part of human nature to fear the unknown. For which the rational mind cannot seek an explanation. But the very same trill comes from exploring the unknown. The rational mind will seek an explanation. It was, after all, once said that lightning storms were the wrath of the gods. Fear of the unknown is natural. But fear is fun. For it is this fear which will lead one deeper into the unknown, to explore and find out more.
Fear. An emotion I am not used to. However, today I felt it in excess. The railway crosses over a large canal. The railway is easily higher than an overhead bridge. The railway has no railings. It has supports besides the railway track, which are unstable and make creaky sounds. Which are very obvious in the silence of the night. Throw in pitch darkness. Throw in the sound of water gently flowing below. Throw in the lack of steady footing. Throw in the lack of anything to grab.
I was, needless to say, semi-paralyzed with fear. But it was fun. To make my way across the precariously unstable railway bridge. To venture further into the darkness.
It was fun. =D. And on the other side, warm lights. HDB flats. Hard, solid ground.
But.. fuck! Separated from civilisation by a patch of soggy, muddy grass. I cursed my luck LOL.
