Learning on Your Own

Not everything we have to learn in formal classrooms, organized courses, or training programs. Some skills, be it for everyday life, or even at work, we have to learn on our own- self learning. Nobody taught us how to ride a bicycle, we just explore, some times, or most of the time the hard way. We stumble and fall, and ride it again, until in the end we get the trick. Once there, it never leave us, even though we have not ride the bicycle for ages, once we are given the opportunity to do so many years later, we would still be able to do it.. without tumbling down.

'Freedom' - at a cost

Some freedom you can actually afford -- just pay for it. Freedom to talk on your mobile while driving-- just buy a hands free, or pay for the fine. So as the freedom to speed along the highways, just pay the fine...

Solitude at the Edge of City...

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city a quiet place really allows you to listen to your inner self. It has been waiting to tell many things, but you seem to have no time for it at all. Its voice is faint in comparison to the blaring sound outside...

Nakamora found that out last weekend. In the solitude of a small surau in a residential complex he realized the value of tranquility and serenity. There are still some noise outside, but not as loud as further out into the city. Kids playing in the nearby playground, occasional motor bike revving its engine, but the ambiance of the place helps him filter most of it. The place, to him, at that moment, is peaceful, and quiet...

He listened to his inner self... that he is small, that life has many dimensions...

It's not the machine

It's not the machine, but the driver... Yes, Nakamora could not agree more with that, or else every model would move at the same speed.

He has one of the average car. It has a steering wheel, 5 tires including a spare, an engine, means to move forward, reverse, accelerate, and stop. Often he travels on the right most lane, passing others, some of the same model as his. Equally often he travels on the left most lane - the slow lane. This lane normally is clear and deserted. The fast lane cannot live up to its name. Many drivers perceive that by virtue of being in the fast lane they would be moving fast, or that they simply think that they are faster than everyone else and hugs the 'fast lane'.

Vaporizes

... Nakamora has always wanted to be a writer. There are a lot in his mind that he thought could be put to immortality on paper so that others after him can read, learn, benefit from, if any..

He thought that he is procrastinating. He thought again, and he is not. Time and again he abandons the initial urge to write. As soon as pen and paper are ready, or his fingers at the computer keyboard, the ideas that flow so smoothly and abundantly in his head vaporize, abandoning him. Alas...

At this moment his book is yet to be written. There are plenty of titles in his mind...

Waiting...

Waiting is one of the things we do everyday, whether we like it or not.. We wait at the post office, at the banks, at the clinics and hospitals, in traffic jams, at the commuter station, even in some restaurants... Waiting is also the time when time moves the slowest, if we are looking forward to something; and the fastest, for something that we wish never come.

Individually we can estimate the %tage time we spend on waitings, for whatever... Actually, everyone of us have the choice of reducing time spent on waiting. But, perhaps due to principles or strong ideology, we opt not to do so, instead wait it out, no matter how long it takes...

We can go to the private clinics, use the internet to pay the monthly bills, or just cook at home... but of course, everyone has personal preferences...