Remnants

While organising my schoolwork and cleaning my room today, I stumbled upon a note which I wrote to myself two years ago. It's comforting to know that the fundamental goals that I had set for myself back then still remain till today. How encouraging it is to realise that I have since taken steps to achieve them.

 

Over the past two years, I have grown so much as a person. Through certain experiences, I have learnt to make reading a lifelong habit; to open my eyes; to get a clearer view of what is happening around me; to fathom that the world can be a pretty daunting place to live in, but at the same time, it offers beauty in innumerable amounts, if only I know where to search and if I have to courage to leap towards them; to understand why things work as they are, and why the concept of balance takes a pinnacle stance in every aspect of life.

 

Even as the days pass me by, and I continue to grow, the seeds that God has planted in my heart since I was little are still where they are. They have become an innate part of me, and their roots cling on stronger with time. I hope to sow these seeds every day, with faith, passion and grit, so that I can savour their sweet fruits one day.

 

 

 

In Shaa Allah :)

 

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Pictures:

1: A photo I took on the road while my Dad was driving me home from school on a Friday afternoon.

2: I took it while on the plane as I was flying from Singapore to Siem Reap, Cambodia, last year.

3: A beautiful shot of the clouds that I managed to capture while walking into school one morning. It looks like a seashell in the sky :)

Odyssey /One

I sit down and stare blankly into space, unknowingly immersing myself in stillness. Mouth shut, not a word escapes. Wondrous thoughts and dreamy images run through my mind. The whirrs of the truck and the shatter of breaking glass do not distract me. In the silence that my ears encapsulate, they cease to exist. I listen intently to an internal sound - of my heart pounding in my chest. I listen harder. And I start to feel the lub and dub of my beating heart. I begin to feel the lilt of my measured breath getting longer, and deeper, and I can feel my upper torso swaying to this rhythm.

I feel Alive.

Unrelenting Childhood Dreams

There's little that excite me more than a plane ride. I long to be with the clouds, masked as glaciers suspended in the skies, as I approach an unfamiliar land where new adventures await. And reading through a piece of my own writing that seem to compliment the existence of language truly gives me an almost unparalleled sense of satisfaction.



To travel and to write - I guess that I've decided upon these since I was little. The more I think about it, the more I realise that I have never actually discarded the playful visions I had of my future self when I was younger. I simply tucked them in a corner of my heart, and left them there while I skipped along the path of exploration and self-discovery. It seems that this only made them grow in strength, understanding, and purpose. I've come to realise that a traveller's journey does not begin only with a plane ride. As long as the eyes are willing to wander, and the mind is willing to contemplate, it takes place daily. And to write, is more than just befriending letters. With the stories they convey, written words educate.

So with this in mind, I am back in the blogosphere. Hello :)