On the way back from Parkway Parade to the condo, the cab driver loaded up the address of our destination in his GPS device.

“Which way do we go?”, he asked, jabbing a finger at the screen. “We follow Haig Road, which the GPS suggests, or we go down Tanjong Katong Road?”. The former is the more direct route, but is along a smaller road. The latter is a little bit of a detour, but is along a wider road.

“Lets just take Haig Road this time – we normally go down Tanjong Katong Road.” I reply to the driver, eager to soak up more of the local geography.

“But the GPS doesn’t suggest Tanjong Katong, hrm?” I wonder out loud.

“Life is a highway.” the Taxi man intones, radiating an aura of Zen and wisdom.

“We all start the same, and end up the same.” Meaning, we are all born into this world, confused, naked, screaming and covered in blood. And we all enter the after life the same – confused, sometimes naked, often screaming and quite likely covered in blood.

“It is the journey that is different.” Because although we all start the same and end up the same – one man’s path is vastly different to another’s.

Pure. Zen.

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