Many weeks ago, I saw two sets of wheels, standing still set by side.
I saw a wheelchair and a baby stroller, both tended by maids, waiting for the lift at an MRT station.

The juxtaposition of these two sets of wheels was sharp.
One was the epitome of old age/vulnerability whilst the other, new life/hope.

They say, in old age, you are like when you have first began as a baby- helpless and vulnerable.
And when I saw the scene of a wheelchair and a baby stroller, I can't help but feel a sense of life coming to a full circle.

The wheel of life has completed its turn and now it's back to its initial place.