Jarrod & Rawlins

It was a good evening with good food, good ride, good company, good view, good dessert and good conversation. Sounds like a too good to be true description of one's day. Perhaps you just need a good intention followed by action to make a difference in someone's life.

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About eight months ago, I was in their shoes, having all these dilemmas and doubts about myself that nudged me every day and night until it was over. I now witness in them, people I have complete faith in going through similar struggle, similar battle. I wish I can make things better, I hope I can do more of the right things to knock the negativity out of them, if there is even a right thing to begin with. But here I realise there is no one ultimate truth. Everyone's journey is a uniquely crafted one, equally special for each one of us. And there is no way that we can walk the journey of somebody else's. I'm grateful that things are how they are at the moment, I would not want it any other way. But may I also wish for a better self, from every little steps that I am committing myself to at the present.

So, what's next?  

Cherry Wine - Hozier

The joke and the laugh

"Being alive is like being lost at sea. The water is never calm and things do get worse with the rain and unpredictable currents. But you keep staying afloat in hopes that you will eventually wash up on shore to find eternal peace and happiness. However, such fortune does not befall any random person and sometimes man grows content with the cruelty and harsh environment of the sea and decides that he no longer needs the land. But in the worst of cases, man finds himself on an island and although surrounded by people, he feels lost as he has grown to be more comfortable with the sea."

A very impromptu passage written by Mr. Omar Khan. A message that didn't mean much initially but connected really well with my subconscious that I sleep text the whole passage the other day. 

We often leave things unsaid, undone and unforgotten. I guess the trick is to dream about them, experience them as it they were real and keep being pushed forward by the positive image in your mind till you make it. Even if you fail, you will clearly remember that image that no one has but you. When needed, it will replay like a roll film.  

Latent

It's in a blur. Ever since the very first time he witnessed a pink flower blossomed in spring. It was the most breathtaking moment he ever had, and he knew at that point that nothing in the world can ever beat that moment. Not even winning the weekend lottery. Nor seeing his wife again. There are certain things in life that cannot be replaced. He knows that absolutely well since the tragedy seven months ago. But he also knows that it is not because it cannot be replaced, but because he refuses it to. He likes how special it made him feel and he likes to think that he was the only person in the whole of Carousel Garden who saw the flower bloomed. Or at least the first. 

One day, he decided to tour the land of Mongolia, where people hunt for a living. He wanted to experience something exciting, crazy, almost going back to his high school days. Jumping on the first flight available, packing in his backpack only three tees, two cargo shorts and five worn out briefs. He couldn't risk losing his expensive silk-made ones. Also, leaving out his comb cause there's no plans of bringing Noelle along. Noelle is his faithful, three-year-old DSLR. . He reached the airport in an hour and his eyes were caught on a kid sucking on a lollipop. He stopped and continued staring at the kid. They both met eyes to eyes, she paused for a moment and walked towards him. She reached out and offered him her lollipop. 

He didn't know what to do. He wanted it so badly because he hadn't had a lollipop for almost half a decade since his wife left him. But he felt awful at the same time, that lollipop didn't belong to him. Perhaps, he would have taken it if he had never witnessed the pink flower blossomed..