Look around.

10:38 PM

It's kinda the raining season here in Kuching, Sarawak. I love the fact that fluffy clouds are my shade when I cycle home from uni, but I also dislike the fact that when it rains really heavily, I'm really helpless because I have no car here. I just spent about half an hour just now walking back in really heavy rain, like literally those cats and dogs are falling kind. I just dinner with my housemates and it was a 10-minute walk back home. Halfway through our meal, it started pouring really heavily, but I wasn't worried at all, because I wasn't alone, and it's just rain. How much damage can getting soaked do to me, really?

Sometimes in life, there needs to be something significant, life-changing or bombastic to be memorable, but I think we need to step out of that whole ideal of how we need something drastic to feel alive. I've always been that kind of person, actually. Always needing something really exciting or something different to remember, to make me feel whole. I don't know how or when this started, but I've been this way for a while now. And this kind of attitude won't get me far, especially when I'm in a long-distanced 6-year long relationship. Of course, there is always this tick-the-box livelihood that symbolizes or accomplishments in life, but that shouldn't be so. It isn't fair for anyone at all. What we really need is to look at the simplest things in life and appreciate what we have.

"Look around you. In a year, nothing would be the same."

So anyway, back to how I was walking home from dinner, there were 4 of us, holding on to our umbrellas for our dear lives, but even though each of us had a personal umbrella, we were still drenched wait because it was too windy. The streets drowned in a layer of water while the drains threatened to overflow. My feet were in the water the whole way through as we waded through the streets, singing "It's Raining Men". And in that moment, I looked at the faces of my friends, and I know that I will remember this forever. It sounds so cliche, but it is true. When I leave this place, I want to remember everything I experienced here; the people I meet, the places I've been, the hardships I've faced, it all made me who I am today. 

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