"Ever walked on the same road every day, sat on the same bus every day, smelled the same flower every day and one day wondered what I am doing here, on this road, on this bus, on this planet?"
An old man suddenly stops on his way to a ticket gate on a busy Monday morning. Maybe forget where he is going or suddenly realised he is in a wrong place at the wrong time. Not a strange scene as people behind suddenly stopped because of the person in front of them. They all make annoying faces when trying to walk pass him. Poor old man, has he ever realised he gave someone a bad start to a possibly hectic week.
"Are we walking at the pace we want to? Or are we just walking as fast as the person behind us. Or are we trying to be faster than the person in front?"
A man is sitting on a peak hour underground train. One of his favourite moments as he doesn't have to walk. He could only travel as fast as the train driver want him to. Easy. He watchs people around him crammed inside the train. Some are reading morning papers, some are closing their eyes. A brief moment of peace perhaps. He closes his eyes.
"It is natural that children will walk to school and run home"
A young boy came back from a shopping with his parents. He saw a big shopping mall thousand times bigger than his local supermarket. A high street full of people from all walk of life. His town high street can be walked in less than 10 minutes. His old town was never the same anymore.
"On the way to hell, a small flower can make us smile"
The man opens his eyes after hearing the call of his stop and walks to the ticket gate. It's the same route he has been walking for years; his feet can do the thinking for him. He walks pass shops and plans his evening shopping. Suddenly he sees a little boy walking with his parents. The joy in the little boy's eyes reminds him of something. Something he cannot remember seeing from thousands of people in his office building. Suddenly he finds himself become an old man, slow and struggling to walk as fast as he wishes to. After a couple of attempts to speed up and realised he could not reach the speed he want to, in the middle of the ticket hall, he stops...
An old man suddenly stops on his way to a ticket gate on a busy Monday morning. Maybe forget where he is going or suddenly realised he is in a wrong place at the wrong time. Not a strange scene as people behind suddenly stopped because of the person in front of them. They all make annoying faces when trying to walk pass him. Poor old man, has he ever realised he gave someone a bad start to a possibly hectic week.
"Are we walking at the pace we want to? Or are we just walking as fast as the person behind us. Or are we trying to be faster than the person in front?"
A man is sitting on a peak hour underground train. One of his favourite moments as he doesn't have to walk. He could only travel as fast as the train driver want him to. Easy. He watchs people around him crammed inside the train. Some are reading morning papers, some are closing their eyes. A brief moment of peace perhaps. He closes his eyes.
"It is natural that children will walk to school and run home"
A young boy came back from a shopping with his parents. He saw a big shopping mall thousand times bigger than his local supermarket. A high street full of people from all walk of life. His town high street can be walked in less than 10 minutes. His old town was never the same anymore.
"On the way to hell, a small flower can make us smile"
The man opens his eyes after hearing the call of his stop and walks to the ticket gate. It's the same route he has been walking for years; his feet can do the thinking for him. He walks pass shops and plans his evening shopping. Suddenly he sees a little boy walking with his parents. The joy in the little boy's eyes reminds him of something. Something he cannot remember seeing from thousands of people in his office building. Suddenly he finds himself become an old man, slow and struggling to walk as fast as he wishes to. After a couple of attempts to speed up and realised he could not reach the speed he want to, in the middle of the ticket hall, he stops...
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