Persinggahan..

Persinggahan is the Malay word for stopover. A place where people just pop by for a while, and then move on and forget all about it. Whenever I travel in Malaysia, there's always a persinggahan where the tour buses will stop for a break; can't remember the name. I think there are two or three of them; they sell food and provide toilets for these people. They are so insignificant to me that I can't even remember their names. And yet, they provide service for me and I actually don't even bother to remember their names.

Recently, I feel like a persinggahan, a stopover. People just pop by my life and then, they are gone. Good things happen to me and then, they are taken away from me. And the sad thing is, I get so used to be treated that way, that I don't even want to put a stop to such things. Maybe, I just want to savour the moment.. but is it worth my dignity and confidence?

Adding insult to my intelligence, I know what's the right answer. Just like people who take drugs; they know what they do is wrong and yet, they continue doing it. Just like people who steal; they know what they do is wrong and yet, they continue doing it. And I am doing the same thing.

The persinggahan is synonymous to me now. Just like I forget their names, people also forget me.

The irony of life.