Time.

Here. Have a non-related photo of the sunset from the 124th floor of Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world. 

Hmm. I've sort of lost faith in the term "being late" ever since I started medschool. 

The irony of it, really. I mean, whoever heard of anyone who was basically trained to be on time for 3 whole years, to just not accepting the term "being late"?

Punctuality is one thing. But the way I see it, things happen at the exact time they're supposed to happen. It's all been laid out by Him. Down to the last microsecond. 

The way I've always been told for the past 3 years - arriving at the hospital 3 mins later than the time you're supposed to clock in, MIGHT cost you a life. (And your salary, zzz on that part)

The way I've been training myself to think - you're not 3 minutes late. You arrive just at the time you're supposed to arrive. If you did arrive 3 minutes earlier, you wouldn't have gotten the chance to help an elderly pakcik, wanting to pay for his probably only meal of the day and it just so happened that you were passing by the cafe and maybe it's just His way of granting you extra pahala for the day. Sure it cost you RM5 for the pakcik's Teh O and nasi lemak, but hey no one has ever gotten poor by giving too much. 

So yeah. Things will happen when they're supposed to happen. Qada' and qadar, the predestination, what I've always heard people call it. 

Although yes, it can be hard sometimes to remember qada' and qadar when you're caught in a 20 minute delay in traffic trying to get to class in the morning. 

Takpe weyh. Self-control. Think good thoughts. Think good thoughts. 

Late night ramblings, 

Z.