Taking a deep breath, he centered himself slowly.
It requires a lot of focus to do this.
After all the years of training, he has transformed himself into a true master.
As he takes his step up to the platform, the audience fell silent.
All eyes are on the Master.
He takes one big breath and strikes.
“Hello there sweetheart!”
I called her.
She turned around and smiled.
We ran towards each other with arms wide open.
The day has finally arrived.
I hugged her as tight as possible. Not wanting to let go.
I missed her badly.
Then my eyes opened.
It is easy to switch lanes while you are driving.
So long as you know where you are going.
So long as you keep your eyes out for traffic on the road.
So long you indicate in advance where you are going.
In life, is it that easy to switch too?
Can we use the same analogy to make life’s decisions?
Driving can teach us a lot about…[Read more]
There is no more for me to erase in my memory.
She’s gone. Gone for good.
She was all that mattered to me.
Every morning every night. When I wake up and before I go to bed.
All I have now is just me.
I stand in front of this mirror. Staring into the depths of my bare soul.
We want to erase the memories.
The memories of hurt, regret and pain.
Oh, maybe some happiness too.
Because those who were part of those happy memories are no longer here.
Oh well, that is how life works.
If only there is a magical eraser to delete those moments.
I was the only one in the village who didn’t understand witchcraft.
I was the outcast. The one who does not partake in anything.
I was shunned by the elders. Mocked by the young. Left on the streets to fend for myself.
Someday, they will pay.
I will be back. And I will put them into the ground.
“Revival!”, the priest shouted.
The time has arrived.
The people cheered. The podium rocked.
Standing in the middle of the congregation was a guy. He wasn’t smiling. For he had other plans in mind.
But no one took notice of him.
As he was invisible to the common eye.
I extended my hand to his.
It was the chance of a lifetime.
I signed along the dotted line. Knowing that this decision I’ve made is the ultimate price for my freedom.
The man walks away into the distant sunset.
I stand at the crossroads and waved goodbye.
“He’s a lawyer!”
“So?”, I said.
When we were young, our parents wanted us to work in either of these 3 professions: Lawyer, Doctor or…can’t remember.
Guess I never understood why. Maybe they made big bucks. Or they simply lie for a living.
Never my cup of tea.