//What's On!//

:For Substation:
Recycled my illustration. Lazy.

//Equilibrium and Predilections//

When one is consumed by rage and sadness, our minds will be clouded, our thoughts will be in unabated turmoil and our words will be filled with contempt. Our actions will always be thought of as a quick-witted move, hoping to tackle and rectify the matter at hand. But is it really what we want? I am not a perfect person. Neither is everyone else. I made many mistakes in my life of which I am not proud of. Yet I conveniently pushed the blame to another person when there are slight turbulences especially if it is due to my own doings. Do we sometimes think that what we are doing is for the sake of the greater good and that we have probably been wise about the decisions at that pivotal moment? Usually when problems arise, our probable future flashed past and we questioned ourselves if that is the life we want. I believe myself to be a strong-headed, stubborn, temperamental and ambitious person. I always want my way and I fight for what I believe is right. But do I really think it wise to make such a reckless decision? I thought it was. Nothing or no one else matters to me. Rolling over and begging me to scratch your bellies never worked for me. I grew tired of the life I had. I could not wait. I wanted change. I needed a different life. I long for freedom and I only wanted out. Nobody understood why things happened and started assuming. But I never cared. They will only slow me down, I say. Selfishness clung onto me, whispering for me to walk on by. And I did and I never looked back.

Life was bliss, I thought. I have achieved equilibrium which I have a strong predilection for. I have never felt freer and neither do I have regrets. ‘No attachments’ were first on my list of things to do before I turn thirty. I was contented with my life. I pushed myself to be better at what I am good at. Be it socialising, working, constantly climbing the ladder to the top with my own sweat. With these achievements, I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing the fact that I worked hard to overcome hurdles and on my own. My life is a labyrinth. I trusted my gut feelings and make my way through every turn. Sometimes, ending up at a dead end is inevitable yet I did not falter. Not yet. Pushing myself to go on was numero uno for me. I wanted to be strong and I became too strong for my own good. Choosing not to show signs of weakness is already a weakness by itself. Stubbornness. My lethal defence mechanism. Often succumbing to my temper does not help. I should simmer down.

Each day passes by in a blink of an eye. Separation, holocaust, friendship, infatuation, unification and a reunion. Everything do happen for a reason and I am thankful. We needed time apart to settle our indifferences and to realise our flaws, making ourselves a better being. Seeing the world on our own helped us attain clarity and realise how much each other meant to us indefinitely. I have come to realise that I have initiated distances all the time and that was the one thing I refuse to see then. Again, my stubbornness and selfishness played their roles very well. Our lessons in life unfolds in different forms; sadness, disappointments, regrets, delights, contempt, solemn. HE wanted us to learn but we decide. For, at the end of every path slowly yet surely wisdom will unveil itself. Optimism plays a good role. Smile. Smile. And smile. Do I forgive those who has done me wrong? Everyday. Forgive and live on. Dreams, attachments and subliminal thoughts of the past held us closer subconsciously, emotionally. We never knew that, until our path crossed once more...and despite all that we have gone through leading separate lives, we never quite forgot each other did we?
“And I thank thee above for this chance to make it right again.”

//Moth Man Prophecies//

A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On that day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to be stuck.

Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets.

- Unknown