The 80th Storey...

There is two boys carrying their school bags.

They live at the 80th storey.

One day when they return home, they saw a notice saying that the lift is faulty.

The boys decided to take the stairs.

When they climbed to the 20th storey, they put down their heavy bags.

Until the 40th storey, they started blaming each other for not seeing the notice in the morning.

When they came to the 60th storey, they were too tired to say anything, but still climbed on.

Finally they came to the 80th storey. They realized that their home key is in their school bag.


Lame? Funny? But this is our life.

The moment we are born, we have dreams and aspirations which we will carry throughout till we reach our 20s. Then we put down our dreams and in order to carry on with our life. We since then left our "bags" behind and move on with life. Cos we feel that it is not practical.

Until we reach the age of 40s, we start to complain about life. Why is it like that? Why am i doing the same thing everday? Am i just working for the sake of working?

By the time we reach the age of 60s, we are too tired to say anything. We admit that this is our life. It is all predestinied. Nothing else to be said...

When we finally turn 80s and about to step into our grave, we realize that we left out something that we started our life with. YES! Our bags! Our DREAMS!!! We want our bags back, but it is all too late. We can no longer turn time back.


I seriously feel that I am reaching the 20th storey alrdy. I realize that i am slowly putting down the loads in my bag. I dont want my life to be depicted like what is above. I want to at least try to bring my bag to the 80th storey.