First flight

I was never meant to write. I am not a writer, not even a mediocre one. Yet, there is always an urge to put my thoughts in print. It feels like setting my inner demons free.

I had a previous log that I contributed to from time to time during my lonely hours while studying in Australia. I was almost always alone, which suites me just fine since I am quite inept in the socializing business. So the time was often spent between whiling away the time playing games, doing personal reflections and missing home. It was during this time that I was struck by lightning. Well, maybe not lightning but it felt like a sudden jolt from nowhere when I met someone who would make some changes to my life.

It was not that obvious at first, given that I had several rules set for myself and one of which was never to be a third party. It was pretty soon that the rule was broken. Slowly the addiction set in and it went on for quite a while. Love was pretty much like heroine and writing was a small avenue to exorcise some of the inner demons that ravaged the mind. When I finally picked up the courage to let it go, it also spelt the end to my words as first emptiness sets in before it fills up with sadness. Enforcement of the silence policy had to be strict as punishment for the rule violation. I did my time.

It has been over a year to the day I last wrote. Since then, I have lost another light in my life when my dear mother passed away suddenly. It seemed the whole world was crashing down on me but I kept quiet. The silence was deafening and it eats aways at the heart every passing day.

It was this day I went to catch yet another movie, alone. The choice was "The Leap Years". The reason for it was the ever beautiful Li-Lin (bless her charming smile). Watching movies alone is rather convenient, not to mention cheaper, but watching a romantic one alone with hordes of other lovebirds around you is not something I would recommend to everyone.

The movie was a charming story and it conjured up several thoughts into the mind. Humans love fantasy and dreams, because it brings them to their own perfect world, away from the realities of life. I am a dreamer myself and have spent most of my time in fantasies and dreams. I took my leap of faith and fell. It is time to realise that what I have learnt about life in 3 simple words:

It moves on.

Time for me to start from scratch, and take flight once again.