Time passes me by. I was anxious to write, or rather I was anxious to be ‘not writing’. In a flash, it’s been three months. Last year seems like a million light years away. I’ve pursued a dream, lived according to my heart’s desires and tasted sweet freedom. But now what?
During my period of absence here, I’ve been fervently trying to work smart, study hard, fall in love again, be engaged in every moment (not in any particular order) and mainly, just trying to live each day without regrets.
A couple of weeks ago, I asked some friends if it is possible to fall in love with an old love again amid faded feelings and all. Well, that’s what I have been trying to do and… … Guess what? Heart flutters. I think I might be falling in love again. The object of my desire is neither man nor matter. It is larger than both.
To cut the suspense short, I’ve been trying to fall in love with Singapore, my home country. Do not get me wrong for I still love this sunny island. The only problem is that somewhere along the way, I’ve fell for another (that’s another story for another day).
And this struggling love for Singapore seems necessary, since this is home.
Coincidentally, I stumbled upon a current exhibition about love. Housed at the Peranakan Museum, the ‘Homage to Love‘ featuring true stories of our elderly is on till 15April. Do visit if you have the chance. 🙂