Are we moving too fast?

Saw this 'beca' on the street of Kuantan few days ago

 Time, 

no one owns it,

and no one seems to have enough of it.

It was just less than few decade back,

when Trishaws roams the road instead of

petrol-fueled machines that disrupt the environment.

People greet each other every morning,

have a cup of coffee at the old coffee house downtown,

and carry on their daily chores with a light smile and a warm heart.

It was those time, 

when children would sip from the coffee cup's plate,

and asked for roti canai with condensed milk to dip with.

It was those time,

when not finishing your food would be a humiliation to the farmers,

and children can find happiness almost anywhere they went.

And then things start moving fast.

Roads have to be paved wider to make way for cars.

People start to get busier than ever.

The greeting stops.

No more over-the-coffee talk.

Daily chores are followed by stress and worries.

Children can have their own cup of drink now.

More if they wished. 

And roti canai are less favoured compared to those fast food chains.

Ordering food and leave it half finished is a symbol of wealth now,

and children are glued with electronics than the world outside.

And when everything is moving so fast,

so fast that some can't even have time to catch a breath,

a blue trishaw with a yellow umbrella passed me by,

and reminded me, "slow down, there's still a long way ahead."

-Kyle-

11.3.2011

2:55PM