I remembered I was in KL Sentral alone, I notice people are so crowded and are so engrossed and busy into the stuffs they are doing. I do stop a while and take some time to observe them.
A man with a collared office attire is busy sorting out his files in his bag and then focuses his attention back onto his laptop screen, with graphs and charts on it. A mother wiping her daughter's cheeks, calming her down from crying whereby her husband stands alone watching them. A group of foreign tourists holding a map trying to figure out directions they want to go - seems so adventurous. A sweet English couple on honeymoon I assume, are dining in a food outlet where the malay waitress is busy serving them. A group of students carrying their bags, probably heading back to their homes. The sound of the train and the people coming out from it - just like ants coming out from their nests ready to hunt for food.
Life can be so dramatic but tranquil and serene at the same time. It's rather inspiring to see people from all walks of life here living their dreams in this concrete jungle, the cradle of civilisation I may say. So I do stop and ponder a while, with a tiny surge of emotions with hope and fear, asking myself... what is my dream then? What is life? What am I doing here? Time passes fast unknowingly, I grabbed my Subway meal and decided to walk back to my hostel.
I think I still prefer such question remain unanswered.
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