”What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?”
I’m leaving for Tekong in half and hour. I thought it’d be cooler to say bye like now, at the eleventh hour because you don’t have that much time to conjure up words that are elaborate, epic and noble. That’s not my style anyway, if I even have one.
Actually I’m looking forward to army. I have to admit that after prom I felt aimless, purposeless and every other emotion encapsulated in the sublime ‘sian’. I thought that this wasn’t the sugar candy mountain I envisaged after IB. Like where the hell was my freedom dude? But then you realize that freedom is the ability to shape circumstances to your preference, and I have to say here that the last two weeks catching up with those dear to me will be remembered fondly during sleepless nights in BMTC school 1.
I’m looking forward to army and I can’t bear to leave the civillian life. And for a while I thought that I couldn’t do both, but today 20 mins to my departure, coupled with reading and re-reading Sophies Verden, or Sophie’s World, I think I can.
Although seemingly unecessary, it has been quite an experience contemplating philosophical questions together with the demands of a day, and besides realizing that I’m a closet Existentialist, Romanticist and that I’d have loved to grow up in the Baroque, I find myself to be very insignificant, in the grand scheme of things, and really, my feelings are unimportant. The wheel continues to turn, everthing’s ephermeral and I bid you adieu, sadly and happily at the same time because I can do that.
And oh yea I probably can’t update this site as much as I’d like to in the coming months, but I’ll write whenever I can. After all, it’s the only game in town. (:
