Life Is A Highway

In life, there is always a time for everything. A time to sow, a time to reap. A time to be together, a time to be alone. A time to mourn, a time to rejoice. A time to move, a time to pause. A time to work and a time to play.

In work, there is also a time for everything. A time to plan, a time to respond. A time to lead, a time to follow. A time to listen and a time to act.

There is also a season for everything. There are times when we celebrate and commemorate. There are times when we anticipate the arrival of every festival and occasion. There are times when we desire to have everyone coming together to talk about old times and to share about the latest happenings.

And we never forget to teach our future generations the same; they are to learn, to remember and to honor every one of them. These are our culture and tradition to keep and to treasure throughout the generations. We are never to forget. And we look forward to them as they continue to give us meaningful and memorable times and experiences.

And so we celebrated our Chinese New Years 2010. We spent weeks of preparation and days of planning.

Then came the moment of truth when family members, relatives, friends, colleagues, neighbors, first time visitors.... flocked in groups to visit us.

Then we visited them in return and had a nice and sweet time.

Throughout the festival, We learned to know about other old and new friends. We enjoyed each other's presence. There are so many things to learn, to share, and to cherish. These were indeed exciting and wonderful moments of our lives.

Time flew and waited for no man. A time to be together and a time to separate. A time for festival and then we must be back to the highway.

Came Chap Go Mei, the 15th night of Chinese New Year, the Chinese's Valentine's day. Family members came together for the last time, eating, drinking and enjoying one another's company. More fire crackers and fire works, more laughter and fun, with the children running around and shouting on the street, and with more smoke and pungent smell of fire crackers entering the house.

Then came the moment of separation and departure. Everyone seemed to be unwilling to go. Many wanted to stay longer.

But the time had arrived. Everyone must return to the highway.

Everyone is back to the road, moving in a different direction, and desiring a different destination.

Time to get busy again until another season, another festival, and another celebration.

Life is a highway.

Back to the highway, everyone continues to have their journey of life. They continue to chase after their dreams and butterflies. Sometimes they stop in the toll station, paying the cost of their journey. Sometimes they stop in the emergency lane when the vehicle breaks down. Sometimes they drive to retail outlets for their needs and wants. But most of the time, they are returning to the same office, going through their daily routine busy time.

Life is always a highway.

But for how long?