This thing called life

When I was younger, much, much younger, I believed that life would somehow plan everything out nicely for me. I never worried. I never doubted for a minute. Naively, in my confident mind, it'll be along these lines: I'll go to school, then Form Six, then university (where I'll meet a very pretty girl who will fall in love with me), then get a fantastic job that pays lots of bonuses with fat yearly increments, buy a big house, have five kids and enjoy life for the rest of my life.

What has happened thus far: I went to school, did not make it to Form Six, flopped STPM at a private college, repeated the exam and, just barely, made it to varsity, met a lot of pretty girls but none fell for me (ha ha), got a nightmare of a job working shifts and Sundays, working at it for almost five years before ending up where I am.

Along the way, I've realised that, for all the times I have read that life is never smooth or fair, I've gradually come to accept that, well, life is never smooth or fair.

Funnily enough, I am a contented enough soul. I realise that while I may never, ever get behind the wheel of a BMW, I'm happy with my Waja. I'm comfortable in my tiny double-storey link. I met and wed the most beautiful girl south of KL after graduation and am still as much in love with her as the day I first set eyes on her. My two kids bring me endless joy and, despite occasional parenting woes, they give meaning to my existence. My job does not pay well and I work most Sundays (no shifts though) but I actually love doing what I do so I guess that is what matters.

Which, if you think about it, is what life is all about. Somehow, despite the hiccups, everything does fall into place.