When the fight starts...

Howdy partner. Well time for that blog update again. Actually been buzy these couple of weeks with my camera and fotopages cause have been travelling a lot. Went to Nice and Monaco one weekend, then to Muenchen and just last weekend I was in Hannover for the Rentap event. Hectic all the way, but hey I am not complaining. I managed to better my photgraphing techniques along the way so all those time is not lost. =P

Anyway, before I continue to babble on about photography (which is what most of my conversations seem to revolve around lately) let me get to this entry's topic. Have you ever heard of or maybe experienced a situation in which you come back from school, with dirt on your face and unifrom, while the pocket on the left side of your shirt is torn up and blood is somehow dripping from the tip of your elbow due to the bruise that was cause by the burning of flesh against the sharp rocks spread unevenly on the side of the road, and as you open the door you could see the expression on your mother's face that is in between fright, shocked and anger all at once and suddenly breaking the silent tension is a high pitch scream of.... (put your 'nama manja' here), oh my God!!! What happened to you? Were you in a fight? How many times did I tell you do not get involve in fights. What do you want to be huh? A rascal? Do you want to grow up and be a notorious pusher of some kind? Wait till your father comes back. Then you'd see. (Well actually belum balik pun dah kena hentam cukup-cukup. hehehe =P)

Surely there are at least a couple of readers out there who have experienced this and tell me if you 'd please how long did it take your parents to simmer down? Anyhow, what I described above is actually a physical fight kind of situation. Listen here and listen good. Papa and Mamas out there don't preach. It's not that we're not supposed to get into any fights, rather you get into fights which are small enough to win but big enough to matter.

Life itself is a fight. Look at it. Since we were first sent to school till the day that we die, we are always at battle. In school for example, we struggle to achieve the best scores and recognition. At sport we always aim to win. At work, it's a race of who gets to the top first. At love, to win the girl's heart. In short, we fight our way through life to achieve the utmost possible outcome that life has to offer so that we won't be last. So in other words, mom...dad, we are natural born fighters. No escape. =P

The question that parents should ask their children is this. When the fight starts, where do you want to be? Do you want to be at the front? Or maybe at the last row of the starting point? Unless your Michael Schuhmacher, trust me your the so called life that you will be steering around the designated courses won't end up in the top three places.

Next question would be, how do you see yourself at the finsh line? Are you the ones jogging another lap with the flag of your country behind your back while the announcer's voice booms across the field, rejoicing in euphoria of the record that you just broke or perhaps you are the one standing in disappointment and looking at the sad faces of the people taht you just let down? Tough as it may seem but these are the facts of life. Life is a rat race and there will be winners and losers. It's easy to spot the difference really.

So before I let you off to ponder, this question I bid to all, when the fight starts, where were you? Who were you? And last but not least, how are you now?

Cheerios ppl....

Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan