I love you so much! And just joking she’s a perfectly capable and independent young lady who don’t need no man.
I love you so much! And just joking she’s a perfectly capable and independent young lady who don’t need no man.
“I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, the more I love.”
Today is strangely & ostensibly the day I caught the blues after numerous weeks of calm and contentment and joyfulness – and while I thought I was secure in the knowledge that my happiness came from within, it just took a few damning (& unwarranted, & unjustified) thoughts in the middle of the night to tear down this gleaming façade (?) of joy again. And that made me question… what is the source of this joy? What is the root of my cheeriness and my smiles? And why can it be torn down so easily?
I know more than anyone else my motivations, what I desire in my life, and what I yearn for. At the same time I know what my failures and flaws and regrets are, and how shameful I find some of them to be, and how I try to hide them away from the faces of the world
But do these things make me who I am – who am I? an individual, independent, bubbly, cheerful, yet mellow and too-quiet at important times of the day. Someone who desires the bigger, better things life has to offer, but also finds comfort in the simple, the still, the constant.
In my personal search for myself & in my journey of a bildungsroman over the years, I have never came to a single conclusion – I am, I am, I am, and I am always changing and changing and sometimes when I think about vestiges of my old self I can never be fully sure that it is who I was
Who am I, that the bright and morning star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart?
A single thing has always remained constant through the years, the struggles, the heartbreaks, the painful notion of having to pick myself up again & again and swallowing my thoughts and emotions for the strength to carry on, to be let down & disappointed by my own sky-high expectations, to give chances to the wrong people, to let myself down again & again… and that is You. I am undeserving, so so so flawed, so temporal, so fleeting, a wanderer in Your kingdom, but I always find myself going back to this golden relationship that is quite simply Ours. Amidst these things that make me blue I am still incredibly blessed and grateful for the big and the little things that make such an irrevocable difference. I will always be brimming with gratitude.
I want to – through my life, through my work – seek to glorify You and Your kingdom.
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still you hear me when I’m calling
A project born out of some boredom.
This annual reflection of-sorts has always been something I’ve looked forward to — I find that I’m the kind of person who forgets the in-betweens, the details, the intricate stitching of what gives the year its own brand of softness, of lightness, of love.
I’ve always said that 2016 wasn’t an easy year for me, but if I were to look at it in a different light… 2016 was indeed a glass half-filled, a glass full of potential and things on a clean slate and a palimpsest in which I could rewrite/overwrite my narrative of being twenty. Ultimately, it was a really good year of growing up, learning from myself and from the people around me who came, stayed & left — and from books, and a wonderful time of big scary changes and the little things that made it what it was.
I’ve loved, lost, felt the immense effect of the slow disintegration of what felt like love and the subsequent convalescence (this word was indeed a recurring theme of my 2016); changed my goals and changed my schools and refocused on what I wanted to do in the future with still a singular shrug of “err I’m not too sure oops anything?”, been to conferences and met interesting people and formed new connections, changed to a university hall and got cast in a musical production that involved a collective 200+ people, sang and danced and acted on a stage, and studied a range of strange courses that had me look at life with a sort of naive brightness and felt myself change and change and drift with an amalgamation of the nostalgic past and present, and to this end, I am brimming with a soft contentment and happiness.
To me: stop chasing that all too elusive idea of happiness — as though happiness is an end goal to be met on the daily. Stop letting yourself be taken with what on the surface to be golden, bright and wonderful, and in the process neglect what makes you want to glow from the inside, and what makes you smile with a softness and authenticity and quietness. Stop trying to make yourself feel small and stop holding back from what you want. Stop trying to do everything even though you’re a huge proponent for leaning in, looking forward, and taking where the tide takes you — even if you feel immense pressure in trying to be perfect, trying to look the best, study the best, write the best, and be the best in absolutely everything… you just can’t have it all, and it’s okay, it is perfectly fine, and it is supposed to be.
Again, I have to stop living as though the highest point in my life can be found somewhere on the ephemeral horizon, and I have to stop living as though days are meant to be trudged through, and I have to learn to lean back and be still and be quiet and know that my control on the universe’s motion is negligible and yet important all at once. I can in fact live my life with a quiet consciousness where I can experience and share fully without excessive concern of what others may think, where I find fullness in reading strange & wonderful things, writing about myself & other people & running running running, building something I can call my own, and just let myself live without expectation, and let myself enjoy this whole growing up experience without making myself feel like I have to do something and be someone and prove myself worthy… because at the end of the sunset I am already someone, and as long as I put in quantifiable effort in the things that are precious and important to me… it is enough.
I am enough, and there is no more.
May 2017 be big and wonderful and unabashed for everyone. And may I study harder for both semesters and learn to love the pains & pleasure of project work, tutorials, and hall life. It’s been a great break, but it’s time to get back into the grind!
I can go on and on about how overwhelming I’ve felt the entirety of 2016 to be, of how mentally exhausting it was to have to constantly weigh decisions that could potentially alter the course of one’s life trajectory, only to find out that we are where we are meant to go, and yet there isn’t really a fixed route to one’s end, but that there’s always a means to an end. I could go on and on and on and never quite come to a steady conclusion about where I want to be. Because I do not know, and I can no longer claim the right to.
But who am I to dictate that I know what’s the best for me in this life when I don’t even claim to know myself & the recesses of my soul? I think that the biggest lesson of 2016 would be one of humility and grace. To accept the things that falls out of the strict trajectory that I’ve so obsessively planned. To find out that where I was was not where I was growing, and would not be where I would learn & love & understand myself. To have the heart to let go of the place and the person I loved, even though it hurt every fibre of my soul and every heavy bone in my being. And to this day I do look back with overly bright eyes of nostalgia and a heart that feels full and content, knowing that I would not change anything about the course of 2016, even though I genuinely do feel that it is one of the most difficult years I’ve had to face.
Of course, I write that being acutely aware of my privilege. I’ve had the opportunity to change from one good university to another & have the privilege of choosing between two courses I’ve wanted – SMU Law or NUS Biz? – just by virtue of academic achievement and other arbitrary things that I really think that I do not deserve. I eventually decided on the latter just because I wasn’t 100% sure that I wanted to become a lawyer + I knew that my interest in law hinged dangerously on episodes of Suits (lol) and random cases I’ve binged read over the years + I possessed vvv inadequate knowledge of what it would entail after I graduate + I was worried that interest alone wouldn’t sustain me through 4 years of rigorous mugging because I still did prioritise other aspects of the college experience.
case in point. I eventually decided to stay in RH and inadvertently ended up as cast for their annual musical production hahaha, and this played an incredibly huge part of my first semester as a once-again freshie. Being cast and enduring (rather enjoyably, I would say) days of back to back rehearsals, too many suppers and not enough sleep was just in line with a set of new resolutions I made myself before entering uni AGAIN – to participate, to take all the opportunities that pass me by, and to be open to things I’ve never ever done before.
This musical production ticked all of the boxes haha. Acting on stage? Singing live? DOING IT ALL AT ONCE? Nope. I did not possess a single ounce of musicality in my little body but life’s funny sometimes. The actual performance was (according to me anxiously skipping around post-perf and asking everyone I came across HAHAHA) really good, and I cannot be more proud of everyone’s collective effort and dedication to this little musical number. Hahahaha I really truly cannot believe I actually did this thing. Life is a truly strange thing.
I was going to write a little bit more, but blogging publicly feels incredibly foreign to me now. I’m just going to end off with a tiny (and happy) realisation that…
i’m content. Winter 2016, and I’m happy and blessed and content and my heart is so, so full. As always, I’m always grateful for the big things and the little things despite being such an imperfect and confusing person, and I’m so grateful for the good, the bad, an all these little in-betweens
and I say this despite me binge reading Wild in about 6 hours straight, experiencing the true nerdy the-book-is-over withdrawal symptoms, and feeling a certain chagrin of being so restlessly situated in this city I call home. I do feel a slight twinge of ennui with the knowledge that if I don’t actively do something (or just create my own luck, so to say), I might never experience things I’ve always yearned for – studying/working overseas, going on long weekend road trips to see sights of His wondrous creations, and for the chance to miss home and its quintessential teh bengs. But as per what I’ve written above, I know that at this moment in time I am where I am meant to be, and I am experiencing the things that I am meant to experience,
so, let’s just leave this up there while I work hard and hope for the very very best.