“i can’t breathe.”
a passing thought as I was walking in the MRT station today.
a city is really suffocating. for one it overwhelms the senses.
sight, smell, hearing, touch and taste.
sights of cities, bustling people and traffic.
smells, deodorants, perfumes, and even sweat stenches.
sounds of a city, just like a symphony. car horns, people chattering, birds chirping.
touches of a city, that’s just everything right?
taste of a city, loads to say for Singapore. Our food culture here is probably world renowned.
but it’s suffocating.
so i run, i ran to another city.
another city.
yet another overwhelming city.
malacca.
the escape was much needed, but definitely a wrong place to.
it was still bustling, it was still overwhelming.
which leads me to think, where else on this earth can i run to?
and then i realise, i want to run.
doesn’t matter where, i just want to run.
run to places i’ve never been to before.
even if it’s the busiest city in the world.
it’s not about the city anymore.
it’s the running.
the wanderlust that lives within me.
it’s an urge, a need.
satisfiable only if you keep travelling.
the world is so big, we are only so small.
something that i realised on one of my trips to Telunas,
the boat ride there enlightened me so.
we live in cities, surrounded with nothing but people and buildings.
over time our perspective of space changes so drastically.
singapore flyer, we find it huge.
towers that are tall, we marvel at them.
but in reality, they’re small. tiny. petite.
and to the entire world, they’re microscopic probably.
the world is too big, we’re too small.
it’s time we started satisfying the wanderlust within us.
and that’s what i’ve been thinking recently.
and i’ve sorta came to a conclusion, a resolution.
a wish.
to travel around the world.
to work around the world.
to play around the world.
and most importantly, to see the world.
the pretty parts of it,
the ugly parts of it,
every single part of it.
the world is our playground.
there is no limit.
the saying “the sky is the limit” is inaccurate already.
impossible is nothing but self imposed restrictions.
miracles are only things that people who don’t try believe in.
let’s do the impossible and create miracles.
