a little ode to the magic we take for granted.

happiness, i've learned,
can be quantified. the rustle,
the musky smell of it's yellowed, aged pages.
in fairy tales, chronicles, in tomes of poetry,
i find the solace
which replaces solitude that rarely evades me
in the quiet hours.

pacing myself on the way home.

it's been months since my last post, and i honestly have missed this space. will make an attempt to start blogging religiously again, as i know you avid fans of mine are constantly wondering what i'm up to in my exciting, colourful life.

since i've last blogged i've moved from robertson quay, to pasir ris, to woodlands, and finally to hougang, where i am now comfortably situated. along with this latest development, i have also travelled the most in one year than i've ever done the rest of my 24 year long life.

see, the thing about travelling that i love and adore is this: there are limitless possibilities. any number of things you can learn about another culture, another time, another person, even yourself. i don't know about the rest of you guys, but pieces of a puzzle i didn't even know about seem to come together when i explore the world. calmness comes from the knowledge that regardless of how man destroys, the earth regenerates and rebuilds. elation comes with the hope that more and more people are learning to live in joy with each other, even when the small-minded and dark-hearted hurl sticks and stones.

this is uncharacteristic of me, but my heart sings when i think of how lucky i am to be alive. there is much i don't know, and much i have heard but do not understand.. the good part is that i have time to live these experiences and learn from them.

i am a free and fortunate human being. i am happy.