my merdeka contemplation this year: there is a fine line between a free people and a free individual. one cannot be assumed onto another, neither can one be assume with another. only when one is granted and is able to embrace the essence of both these freedoms, can a country be rightfully declared free.
i’ll be working on merdeka day. that’s what i do.
at the risk of sounding outrageously cheesy, i desperately miss wyn. he is the kind of guy who appreciates the stability and routine of having a nine to fiver, has been and i believe will always have an outstanding after office hour invitation for me, and he’s so reliable! i can depend on him for anything:)
me, on the other hand, am still smittened by the adventure bug. and even though things like packing up and going at the spur of the moment fuels me with immense excitement, it leaves me with a sense of guilt. part of me wishes to own the world. and the part of me feels like i already own the universe.
and as i go to further places, and for longer durations, i miss him so. and although i bring back a million laughters and a million stories, it is my few battle wounds that worries him. my odd working hours. the unpredictable voids i am sent into. the weirdos i meet. my writer’s tantrums.
dear, you are where my heart comes home to at the end of it all. i miss you.