Home Sweet Home

I landed today in Melb Airport at 3pm on time despite boarding 20mins late. Anyhow, there I was waiting at the baggage claim for around 20mins for my stupid luggage to come. So in order to entertain my boredom and impatience, I started gazing at the carousel and looking at it spinning in a circle with everyone's baggage on it. Then this was when I received my little revelation that.. "The dating game is just like a traveller waiting at the baggage claim to pick up their bags".

What does that mean u ask? well, it's like we're all anxiously waiting for 'our bag to come' (the mr/mrs right) and when you do rush to pick it up, u may take it and then after a while you realise 'it's the wrong one' so you put it back again.. and off again, you're back waiting in line for the 'right bag' to come. Then, all these bags/luggage just goes round and round in a circle again.. meaning, your mr/mrs right is basically sitting around the carousel going round and round your life... and it may be just in front of your eyes all this time and you never knew him/she was there until one fine day or hour, you finally see it and realise, 'there it/he/she is.. I can finally take the 'correct one' home with me'...... Now isn't that a great metaphor ? Man I should have more time staring into space then maybe I can start writing a whole book of theories and quotes.. hehehe