Addictions

This morning was a very rainy day.  It’s wet everywhere.

As I was walking towards my office block, I heard this shriek from behind.  Turning around quickly, I thought something big had happened.

Alas, it was this young man’s smoking companion who screamed when he slipped under the sheltered but wet smoking spot.

He dropped a bag of something that he was carrying.  He managed to support himself with his last 2 fingers of the hand holding on to the cigarette, hence preventing himself from a ungraceful fall that could have soiled his white pants.  Amazingly, he didn’t drop his cigarette.

Reflections… We can be so addicted to small little unimportant things in life, sometimes harmful things in life, that under dire circumstances, we’ll still hold on them steadfastly.