Thursday, June 26, 2008,
11:26 PM
The following was taken from a tv advert.
Ever since he was a boy, Raymond always wanted to know what ice-cream tasted like. What is it, such that every kid in town wanted to get a hold of it? Why did ice taste soooo good? What is it about it that it's alright if it melts in your mouth, but not when you're holding it. What's the secret of the ice-cream?
But Raymond's family was very poor. His father was but a garbage collector, and often times the only pay he gets are the tips from his pickup locations. His mother died when he was six. No one knew what the cause was. Some say his father abused and beat his mother so much that, one day, she couldn't take it anymore and took her own life. Of course, Raymond and his dad knew better.
So Raymond decided to save up until he was able to buy a cone of ice-cream. And one day, he did. He had more than enough to buy 2 cones. So after school, he would walk out the gate as usual, and stare at the kids happily getting their ice-cream. Only this time, he would be one of the kids.
But Raymond did not join them. He decided, maybe it was better if he tasted the ice-cream when he was 21.
Then at 21, he decided it was better if he tasted it when he got married.
Then when he got married, he thought it better to get a cone when he retired.
Then he retired, and died. And Raymond continually lived his life wondering what ice-cream tasted like.
Sometimes, out of fear, or nervousness, or for whatever reason, sometimes we're just too afraid to take that big step. It's risky, yes, you know very well that it is. Well, not in the case of ice-cream, but yeah, you get the point. Sometimes, in the end you chicken out and say, OK, maybe tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll take that driving test tomorrow.
I'll ask Mr. Brian that Math question tomorrow.
I'll open my bank account tomorrow.
I'll confess my feelings for Cynthia tomorrow.
Then tomorrow comes.
And then you think, oh, the car probably has no gas. I'll do it tomorrow. It's probably filled up tomorrow.
Or, oh, Mr. Brian is probably busy. I'll ask him tomorrow. Maybe he'll be free tomorrow.
Oh there is a long queue in the bank today. Maybe there's a shorter one tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow.
Erm, I think Cynthia is in a bad mood today. I'll confess tomorrow.
And then tomorrow comes, and you go through the same ordeal, over and over again.
Until one day...
Petrol prices go up, and you can't afford to pay for the license anymore.
Mr. Brian moved out of town under promotion.
The bank was burned in a fire and there are no more banks nearby your area.
Cynthia found a boyfriend and got married.
It's good to wait. Timing is, after all, important. But sometimes, we wait too late. Think about it.
~Falcon, OUT!
