Yet another restless Friday night,
time spent together around a green table,
with fidgety legs and darting eyes,
roaming fingers and with the bated breath of anticipation
all to look for the very one, to complete the set.

Sounds very much like love, to me.

Sometimes, when you are close to winning and you are just anticipating, awaiting one tile,
and you glance at the table and realise that two tiles of the same particular colour and design are strewn there,
do you keep waiting for that tentatively "dead" tile or move on and pick a new tile which you have higher possibilities of waiting for?

Is waiting at an almost sure dead end a sign of tenacity or pure stubbornness?

That, I don't know. For many do get lucky and wait for what they want. But what about those that don't?

And for those who have fantastic tiles, is it wrong for them to try and win a higher set? Or is it simple greed that blinds them and ties them to an endless chase for a higher set, when they can simple win earlier albeit with a smaller set?

So what is life really about? Is it about perserverance? Or is it about being able to see the big picture and knowing on hindsight that the very one tile you were waiting for was hidden at the last stack of tiles, which you will never get?

My friend, if you are reading this, I hope you understand what I mean. I don't wish to see you get hurt again.

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On another note (typing this reminds me of my professional hazards...), it was really nice meeting up and playing 3 rounds of mahjong until the wee hours at 4am... we started at 9pm...
By the end of the 2nd round, I was half dead, and my brain went on auto mode...

But it was nice, cos in the end, both of us accumulated an earning of $120... and while this is like not a huge amount, it is an accumulative effort to do damage control... because the bets are high and sometimes, losing is inevitable.... so it's about knowing when to cut your losses....

Sometimes, I think working makes me think too much for my own good..