Conversation With A Taxi Driver

It's one of those times again. that of regression and self evalulation,
something i detest but yet help pushes you ahead to another level of
maturity. *sighs* if only i could change...

while serving yet another ns obligation, an encounter suddenly
brought back a certain reminder; a reminder of how shallow i still am.
i know that i'm shallow. to know that is a good thing right? haha.
but somehow i feel that my will is not strong enough to rid myself
completely off this "weakness" i hate so much. many a times
overwhelmed by the surface and not looking beyond it immediately
annoys me to a great extent. is my sub conscience that shallow and
immature? maybe it's just me being over sensitive, but doesnt mean
that i have to like that feeling, right?

later, after making my way through the throngs of crowd which
never fails to get excited over this annual celebration of sort (a
phenomenon which reason i'm able to comprehend fully but still amuses
me till today), i flagged down a cab i almost didn't board. sure enough,
i began talking to the taxi driver uncle about ns, as usual. it's kinnda of
weird i guess, but we ended up discussing about lessons in life and the
sort. we continued talking even after i reached my house, continuing on for
another good 45 minutes. now, how's dat for a conversation with a taxi driver
wont go into details about the conversation, all i'm saying is that it
started one of those times again. that of self-evalulation and maybe i would
be a better man after it. wahaha... who knows?

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