Saturday, July 30, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
if i die young, bury me in satin
i don't want to die young. i want to live, long, and keep learning. I realised on my one month holiday in europe that the world is huge out there, and everywhere is so different. i want to go everywhere and do everything and just, live and breathe and be amazed. my life is so precious, and what i feel inside matters. i matter. when the light shines on me, i wont shy away. i wont waste my time away anymore. i want to read, and watch, do and speak and just, learn. you know? that yearning. to feel everything i can, because i know i can. to absorb everything around me and to make a difference where i can.
in barcelona i watched a flamenco show and i was amazed at the energy and the showmanship. in girona i watched a seagull systematically attack another seagull. it was a prolonged attack that we watched in silent wonder. the seagull eventually got away although there were times i thought it was definitely a goner and that the other seagull was determined to kill it. i dont understand what i watched at all, but i feel lucky to have seen it. in paris i met a man who had the painfully brilliant eyes, and who kept trying to strike up a conversation with others. he is also crippled, and muslim. i dont understand why he wants to keep talking to strangers. his friend with a kind smile helped me with my curl up my laptop charger. in rome everyone looked at me with suspicion while in london a guy told me "alright, i'll trust you. you look trustworthy."
these are the events i rmb most on my travels. what's the point i'm trying to make in recounting them? i dont rightly know myself. is there value in these events? there is certainly value to me, which is perhaps why im writing them down, in case i forget. other people write down itineraries. which places to visit, where to get the best bargains.
i feel like singapore is just not enough for me anymore. i want to go, i have to. in three years time i'll go again, on my own. on my own this time just to see whether it will be any different, whether i'll feel any different.
in barcelona i watched a flamenco show and i was amazed at the energy and the showmanship. in girona i watched a seagull systematically attack another seagull. it was a prolonged attack that we watched in silent wonder. the seagull eventually got away although there were times i thought it was definitely a goner and that the other seagull was determined to kill it. i dont understand what i watched at all, but i feel lucky to have seen it. in paris i met a man who had the painfully brilliant eyes, and who kept trying to strike up a conversation with others. he is also crippled, and muslim. i dont understand why he wants to keep talking to strangers. his friend with a kind smile helped me with my curl up my laptop charger. in rome everyone looked at me with suspicion while in london a guy told me "alright, i'll trust you. you look trustworthy."
these are the events i rmb most on my travels. what's the point i'm trying to make in recounting them? i dont rightly know myself. is there value in these events? there is certainly value to me, which is perhaps why im writing them down, in case i forget. other people write down itineraries. which places to visit, where to get the best bargains.
i feel like singapore is just not enough for me anymore. i want to go, i have to. in three years time i'll go again, on my own. on my own this time just to see whether it will be any different, whether i'll feel any different.
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