Lessons learned. It’s the dilemma of growing up. Some lessons turned to be boundaries and experiences are sometimes traumatic. The more lessons, the more I’m doubtful to try and fall. The more I read hauntingly-beautiful books, the cheesier other love fictions get. The more silence I discover in songs, the noisier television gets. The farther I fly, the farther I want to be; and as nights pass by, the more coffee I need. Things’ve been changing. I grow up & regret some things I did when I was younger. But then, maturity includes accepting that everything’s happened for reasons. So instead of turning back time and undoing what I did or changing who I was more than half of decade ago, I wish for another chance. If everything really happens for another reason. Hey.
I ____ ___ at most on every take-off; when I barely feel my feet on the ground and my _____ in the sky I ____ ___ like an old favorite track from high school that came back ___ _______ with the smell of cheap teenage eau de cologne I ____ ___ like longing for extra caffeine after the second ___ of the evening ______ I ____ ___ like walking very, very slowly, through an empty tunnel leading _______ I ____ ___ like missing a missing montage
I always think that my life is somehow similar to Singapore. Busy, with rapid changes and constantly moving, yet interesting. Where ‘busy earning’ and ‘busy spending’ are back to back. Where every little empty space is filled with unbearable thoughts of being somewhere else. But then I came back there last week and saw it a bit differently. The city was less hectic and more homey as if everything was just meant to be there. It was strangely peaceful, yet pretty lonely. As for me, the most important part of traveling is to experience, a journey inside and out. ————————————————————— More photos here on my Flickr. Have I told you that I’ve decided to upload my photos to Flickr only, and redirected oh.photos.byputy.com there as well? You’re very welcome there :)