Upon leaving the house last Thursday to go to the airport, I strangely did not have to lift up my heavy feet, overcoming the inertia of stepping through the gate, or saying goodbye. In my stomach, the familiar churning motion of the stomach, the papillating valves of my heart were no longer there. Did I just get used to departing already? Or did I just know inside of me, this is just going to be another episode of adventure, and at the end, I am going to come back to where I belong?
After not having written in this journal for a long time, well, there might be long stories to tell, or the collective memories of what my heart and mind have chosen to document.
Home
Firstly, perhaps I’d talk a little bit about my new house. It is a cozy apartment on Shan Road, in Balestier area. It is spectacularly clean and organized. It is exceptionally convenient for me. But of all the good reasons why I picked this house, the top of it is because the people here are kind people. I mean, of all things to believe in, I want to be around people who are good, kind and caring. And be learning and adopting their good values and most importantly, to pay it forward. People who are ready to help others. People who do not put the materialistic values on top. People who are ready to be open, without that thresh hold “she is just a stranger”. I think life is basically good and so are people. And many parts of my life are blessed of having met them.
But again, I miss home. And I cried the whole of the first night. No other place feels the same. No matter how warm, how convenient. It is a normal human condition to be yearning to be back into that cradle again.
Choices
Secondly, I know recently I have been in much of a chaos. The tremendous turmoil of making choices. You know you could only do your best. People say I shouldn’t be bound by obligations or be swayed to choose the safer, easier option. But perhaps, it is not like that. It is not the safer, easier option for myself, although it might appear so to others. Some say, “It’s you who are going to university, not your parents”. Or “You should live your dreams”. But at the end of the day, perhaps, my dreams are different. Career aspiration is very important. But perhaps to me, something else is. I do not really view these as obligations, more like motivational factors. I was once young and ambitious, and I had already tasted the bitter-sweet of it all. Perhaps, I’m not that kind of person. My picture of the future used to be different. Success to me, has also changed it meanings.
I just want everyone to know, especially my loved ones, that well, you are who I think of when I make my choices. But you do not have to worry that because of you, I have to do this or that. But you are my motivations and not obligations. Perhaps, I make myself responsible because in fact, that IS what makes me happy. Not because it is a cliché list of duties that I want to fulfill. So please do not take it to yourself and blame the complications of relationship. I am not bound by the regiments of that, but it is time I listen to my heart and I will not later regret my decision.
For myself, I need to convince me that many things would be uncertain. And no, I’m not sure of anything. I do not know what will happen and I won’t force anything to be anywhere. But I believe that everything requires effort. And I am willing to make them. I have let go of many things that I know I can’t hold on to any longer. But there are other beautiful parts of life that I am willing to sacrifice for.
So, for all those who are making the most important decisions of their life at the moment, I wish you all the clearest of mind, the soundest of heart, and the closest your soul to God’s voice. May you know your dream inside and may you be empowered to follow it. You owe it to yourself to make good effort. Because I know, one day, you’d become the butterfly.
Pain
Perhaps I do not choose the events, the accidents in my life. But I do choose my experience and reactions to those events. Pain by defintion is a lack of love. Pain is the vehicle of the heart. I am always trusting myself to a better world.
Bruce Davis – “The Magical Child Within You”
Right now, I don’t really wish for anything but to be a good friend to those who have been around. After all, sometimes, our heart cries out of the fear of not knowing whether someone would be there for you. I think friendship should go beyond the words and definitions. Sometimes, you know that it does exist, because of the many things your friends have done for you. And it is important that when you feel lonely, you know how to come back to the core of your relationship and remind yourself what it means to you. You must not question your friend, question God, or question yourself about why you are left lonely. You must not seek temporary pleasures or shallow fun to fill the gap of your heart. You must be strong inside, to maintain the friendship you have and be open to love when it comes to you. You must not be desperate and weary. You must respect and support your friends always.
Tears
Are the most powerful reliever of sadness, stress, homesickness, loneliness, and sometimes the expression of happiness. Some people do not cry, but live with a heavy heart all their life. Some people cry a lot, but can laugh the next second, like a baby. I think I belong to the next category. It’s like, come on, there is so much in life to be happy about. I want to let go of my sadness quickly and go beyond what seems to be the end and create a better alternative future. Don’t worry. I’m not burdened by what happens. More like, I’d shed my tears, wipe it up and ready to see what I can do about it. It’s better than to jump into hasty conclusions. I really don’t believe much in general rules in life: women are like that, men are like that, love is like that, uni. is life that, singapore is life that, america is like that… well, you only live truly, if you can cross the barriers of that rush of emotional rides. And in my tears, I dump most of them away. Leaving me more ready to face the reality and be happy no matter what.
I think I wanna grow up more like a child. To be a mature child. Perhaps. Is better than to be a childish adolescence.