Peristalsis

One can be taught but never learn. One can learn although never been taught.

It's refreshing to wonder how the clockworks of life functions at times. If I were to create an analogy to it, I would love to synonymise life as a peristalsis. A continuous wave-like motion which transports the food we consume into our stomachs through the oesophagus. Similarly, I would like to think of life as a motion which just keeps going, pushing down, or rather, taking in whatever that comes along the way, good or bad, which would finally (or not finally) take its path to what would be our future (which, in the case of peristalsis, is what we defaecate).

It's the Raya holidays and nothing much has been happening. But perhaps it is because nothing much has been happening that I actually am able to reflect upon the days which have passed "nothingly". Here's what I recall doing during the past few days:
- Supported my popo by holding her hand (and a teeny weeny bit of pride actually came upon me while walking through the narrow lanes of the morning market).
- Brought an insect (I still don't know what it is called) out of a puddle of water (it is a puddle for the insect, but just a drop for us humans) in which it got its wings stuck in. Perhaps it was my imagination but I thought it actually climbed up to my finger instantaneously.
- Made the decision to sit in the front passenger's seat during one of the journeys to Kulim, Kedah. Apart from the fact that I managed to entertain my brother who was driving through the crawling traffic, I stayed up to actually take notice of all that was happening outside the comfortable confines of the car I was in.
- Accompanied Rocky (a pet dog in popo's house) for a little while and opened a door for it to go to the front porch of the house when it stood up very suddenly.
- Blamed my brother (for the feeblest reason of all reasons) for having to wait quite a while at a hawker's centre, only for "Yi Poh Nga Choi Kai" and some "Kuai Tiu" which was apparently very delicious (which it is).

That's pretty much all I can recall at this particular moment in time, but here's my point.
Simple deeds, good or bad, make us learn. At least, I learned. What I have learned, it's not exactly something that I can just rest my finger on (which is why I didn't include any "moral of the story" in the above list). It was like coming to that one tiny hole which opens up to the small things that make up part of life's one big thing. Ones that make up One. I was not taught per se, but there was a teacher all along. Perhaps life itself is the teacher. If that is so, then we are our own teachers. How wonderful it is to have the freedom to mark our own assignments and to judge our own work! In my case, simple deeds was the teacher and I was privileged to be its humble student.

In the name of peristalsis,
Cheers. =)