Last night, a friend asked me what’s the nicest, fun thing that I did in New Zealand so far? For a moment, I was caught off guard. Amid the erratic travelling over the past two months, I realised that my accumulated stay in New Zealand adds up to approximately three weeks.
Time is her usual deceptive self. On one hand, it feels like I have been here much longer because it’s just so easy to fall into pace and take things slow. On the other hand, three weeks to a Singaporean meant that there are lots that one can achieve. I took a moment to ponder over my friend’s question and felt a tiny frizzle of panic. “Am I taking things too slow or have I been wasting time?”
Feeling somewhat abashed, I told my friend that I haven’t exactly been doing much. Well, there are plenty of things that are nice but I realised that my kind of “excitement” may actually means “boring” for the next person.
With her extensive buffet of exciting tourism activities such as skydiving, bungee jumping, zorbing etc.; New Zealand can be an adrenaline playground for fun-seeking tourists. While I do not mind trying out some of these blood-pumping activities (I imagine the view is magnificent during skydiving), I do not see the point of risking a heart attack by jumping off a bridge to get a certificate.
I seem to have the soul of a 50-year woman rather than one in her late twenties. Nature walks, farm stays and quiet cruises appeal more to me and I am slowly exploring and savouring what some calls “a better quality of life”.
(Arthur’s Pass, Transpaline Route)
A new friend told me that I am a “seeker”. I have never thought of it that way, although I have to admit that others have made similar remarks. Could it be a desire for greater self-understanding? Master Shifu in the movie, “Kung Fu Panda”, taught the importance of inner peace. Maybe what I need is inner peace, or clearer directions in life. I have no idea.
I seek something that eludes me.