How time flies and we are off to another week in 2012. This year, my wish is small and very simple. Some days it’s not about passion and courage, it’s not about heroism and drama. It’s not about exotic visions. It’s simply about the act of doing deliciously simple acts, simply.
I’ve been keeping myself occupied ever since my break started after my finals. Got myself a planner to list down all the things to be accomplished, complete with timeline and progress check. Yes, I’m an organised person like this. While at times I can turn out to be pretty spontaneous, often go along with the flow, there are times when I just have to have a clear plan in mind. It gives me a full sense of certainty and allows me to picture an aftermath.
Spent most of my break planning for my upcoming Europe backpacking trip. This idea of having this trip of a lifetime has been lingering at the back of my mind for the past one year and it’s really something close to my heart. I’ll be away for a month, and truth to be told, it takes a lot of courage to hop on the bandwagon to pull off something of this scale. Now that everything has been laid out, I can finally take a sigh of relief as I moved on to other priorities.
Went uphill to Cameron Highlands to experience some cold weather last week. That’s the closest thing to European winter I have back in Malaysia. While the wind can be really chilly at times, I thoroughly enjoyed the breeze up there. It was a leisure trip, we literally spent time watching TV and cooking our own steamboat. No packed schedule, no long tours, just being spontaneous. This may well be the last time I’d be with this group of friends as we all part from here.
I guess we all run on two clocks. One is the external clock, where you follow the tide and the season. The other is the inside clock, where you are your own timekeeper and determine your own chronology, your own internal weather and your own rate of living. Sometimes the inner clock runs itself out long before the outer one, and you feel like a zombie going through the motions of living.
Sometimes we wish we can recapture our youthful lust and zest for life. We wish we have something to take us back to those childhood days and those feelings. Somehow those days are gone now. We’re numb. Sometimes we’re lost — putting up dreams into the sky and dodging all the things that tear us down. As my elders would say, “The days of I’ll wait for you after work” are gone. Now it’s a Facebook poke or an impersonal how are you on sms. And we’re not even missing out because, well maybe we just don’t care as much any more.
