Clouds and shimmers.

Clouds and shimmers. Clouds and shimmers. Just so random. Life's been good and bad, learning from the hard way, overwhelmed by emotions that are not usually present, meeting random people, taking up challenges as they come, embracing new experiences, putting aside tasks that don't worth the time yet, going against current, going with current, brushing up on a skill, indulging in long-abandoned interest and planning for an escape. Still working on the great escape. Too little time has been allocated to type things down into concrete legible words. Perhaps it's a good thing, perhaps not. But it's a fast-paced world we're living in. Even the worms and the birds spend more time out of their shelter. Everyone's rushing against time. Time, it is what separates the mindful and the oblivious, the successful and the contemplating. It feels so good getting to take a break at last, get my head off exams. But for once, life didn't just stop there with absolutely nothing in hand. In fact, more is up. It feels hectic, stressful and crazy but when you look back at all the effort you've put into it, the outcome and the satisfaction, the meaning behind those effort, it isn't what it used to be. It's indescribable. It's just, different. It's something so organic you can't imagine what it would turn out into.

It's like when you meet someone new, a stranger. Some, you could talk endlessly like you've been besties for years. Some, you just wouldn't go any further than a neutral handshake. You may immediately think that those are the outcomes of your little effort you've invested with 'all your courage' kind of thing. They aren't. There's is no true 'end' outcome to anything. Nothing is ever an end to anything. I learned that the hard way but I'm thankful I did. It may sound really abstract but think about it. Perspective. Parents, they often think of life with the end in mind but children, youths, they look at life with the beginning in mind. It makes a whole lot of difference.

And this post has no true end to it.

Clouds and shimmers. :)

Night Air

The calm of the ocean, lasted for a decade and a quarter. Not one soul encountered. Nothing surprising. It was an isolated island hidden in the proud shadow of a cluster of beautiful islands with softer sand and bluer water. She literally has never seen daylight until one day, an adventurous explorer-cum-island hopper rowed his overweighted kayak to the back of the giants out of sheer curiosity; and he found her. It was a moment of the most complicated concoction of feelings experienced: joy, excitement, sympathy, confusion, apprehension and of course, curiosity. He believed that everything has its own story to tell but this one, he foresee a rough, challenging journey if he were to persevere to the core of it. He didn't had a plan at that moment, he's just done the south eastern of Africa a week back anyway. So he thought, why not give it a try. Little did he know that his overweighted kayak wasn't going to be sufficient for the duration he was about to endure. She didn't welcome him very well for the first two weeks of his exploration but as he discovered every way to go about with her, he began to enjoy it. The best part was, she, too, began to sprout interest in this mischievous, witty gentleman. She noticed even his slightest quirk, like removing his watch when he needed to write and boy, he hardly removed his spectacles except at night when he goes to bed. As they grew closer, commitment assumingly increases too and nature took its turn to be a pain in the neck. They both experienced the longest period of remorse, incomprehension and devastation of their lives. Being an explorer, he always knew that he has a choice to control his destiny. Hence, he left the island.

We always focus on the start and the end of things. Monday sucks. TGIF. But what happens in the middle. It's the part which matters the most. It's the part if changed, could change the ending entirely. It's the peak of the learning curve. It's everything but the end.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple. - Oscar Wilde

Night air has the strangest flavour

Space to breathe it, time to savour

Night Air - Jamie Woon

SEA

Nothing could beat the scent of you darling

Nothing could change the shade of your lovely skin

Nothing could top the melodious rhythm of your hum

It's you, it's you and nothing else matters

When the sky turns grey

But the sun scorching hot

You know there'll be a day, some day

When all that falls is purple rain

Happy May! 
Peace, love and understanding to all my loveliest in SEA region. :).