Today I left work whilst the sky was still bright. It is the first time in 2 weeks.
I bumped into an English couple just outside my workplace. They were from Birmingham, and my lips smiled as I recognised their accent; less than a month back I was there, living in another world.
But that brief encounter lifted my spirit, enough for me to smile through the packed peak-hour bus through town. But it is not just this brief encounter with the couple that is the only spirit-elevator.
Over the weekend, a semblance of purpose to my new life back in Singapore started to take shape. Well, not exactly a grand single vision; at least not as yet. Rather, there is a growing excitement as I attempt to embark on projects that will hopefully lead me to that grand singular. There are many things that interest us, yet only one or two that we are passionate about. I am seeking that passion-object, and it is exciting.
You might quip that it sounds all too philosophical. But don't we all sometimes ask if we have a greater purpose? A purpose beyond being slaves to daily routines we impose on ourselves or allow others to? Perhaps it is just me, but it might just be us all.
I can't stand just existing. I want to live. Don't you?
Uncle T
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