the long haul

There was once a nice guy who took pity on four oddly dressed performers sitting on the floor outside a condo's function room, and bought them milk tea in blue bottles from 7 eleven. The milk tea was incredible, or so they thought, because when one is trapped in hot stuffy costumes, anything that brings relief is looked favourably upon.

The milk tea was forgotten for awhile, until one day the memory of it resurfaced like a decomposing dead body in a muddied canal.

Then started the hunt for the elusive milk tea, for no other reason than to recapture that vaguely remembered feeling of exhilaration. she trotted through 7-Elevens from Bishan to Bencoolen, even ventured into the wide aisles of Carrefour and Cold Storage, but not once did she spot anything that faintly resembled the blue-bottled milk tea.

Until one day, she passed the 7-Eleven which she goes by almost everyday, and was possessed to sneek a peek into the chiller, and found to her surprise/dismay/incredulity that it was right in front of her nose all this while.

So it's true then, you find things when you're not really looking for them. But then that's not a valid reason not to try either. I believe it's in the process that you discover things for yourself - you find out how much you want something by how much effort you go through to get it. And when you get it, whether you feel the same way about it is significant too. Perhaps that's why some people say that it's very easy for Christians to become complacent - when salvation is by grace and not dependent on good works, it's so easy to take God for granted.