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The wisdom of House


"One day, One room"

A quotation by the doctor everyone just can't help but to like, dislike, and admire all at the same time - Dr Gregory House. 

Life is a series of rooms. When you enter a room, you will find someone there. This is the person who will share that part of your life with... Whether you choose to like him or her is irrelevant, and this does not only pertain to girlfriends, boyfriends, etc... This includes the best friend you had during childhood, the school bully in your teenage years, and even the old lady that sweeps your school grounds.
 
You don't choose who you share the room with. 

You merely spend a certain amount of time with them, before walking to the door, twisting its handle, and walking out... Where you will walk a few feet to the next room in line, and open the next door...

That is life.

Once we truly understand this do we realise our relationships with the thousands of people we all meet in our lifetime - Make the most of every room, and make the most of the people you share that room with. You may see them again... Or you may not...


One day, one room.



Comments

azie said…
it's true. we shud treasure every single person that is happened to be in the same room with us, ehehe
A t i Q a h said…
In the first year, I was never expected that I would be sharing room with Azie who turns out to be my bestie now. Chewah! :P
Syafiq said…
sir,how r u??
Count Byron said…
A very wise advise indeed. Sometimes we regret for days the missed opportunity that was not wisely spent. Sometimes we meant to praise the 'room-mates' for the favours rendered, but we forgot, and we never see that mate again.

Life too is about reminders, lest we forget
Princess Liyana said…
you're right Sir;)

We must treasure every single moment that we have with everyone;)
Abdullah said…
Azie,
indeed we should.

Tiqa,
you're indeed blessed with having such a good friend. Treasure her always.

Syafiq,
I'm fine thank you. How are you and the other cadets?

Dad,
It's sad sometimes when we think about the things we meant to say to people but never actually got the chance. We can only hope that one day our paths would cross someday in the future, in another 'room'.

Liyana,
People sometimes do not realise that the treasure they seek was always around them.

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