Another Start

I’ve begun to move my things to a new place. Somewhere considerably far from my current place. Needless to say, to someone who is as directionally-challenged as me, I’m expecting great difficulties remembering the roads since I’m not familiar at all with the roads there. Having lived here so long, I rarely ever step foot there, and even when I did, I don’t remember the directions at all.

In a way, I’m slightly eager to move to the new place but at the same time, I am reluctant to leave here. It has been almost 5 years now. This is where I practically grew up, in many ways. In these five years, I’ve had great times as well as terrible moments. I’ve made great friends, went to awesome places, did fun stuff… in short - I lived a life here. I’m reluctant to move because it is more than just a physical change. It will undoubtedly mark a new chapter in my journey to conquer the world in life.

I’ve been here for quite some time. Really.

Notice the highway?

I suppose this is meant to serve as a reminder, that I’m not supposed to get too comfortable with what I have. Everything, regardless what they are and what you think they are, will change sooner or later. Since change will happen sooner or later, what better time to face it than the new year?

I made a sacrifice for this change. I will only realise the true cost when I’m well down the path I’ve chosen and by then it will be too late to regret - that is if I truly regret the path I’ve chosen. But then again, what choices that we make in life that are any less risky? We can never have everything, sometimes not even anything. I am glad I was given good opportunities and to say the least, I didn’t want to waste them.

But as with all life’s journeys, having a good start means practically nothing and will in no way guarantee success in any form. I personally attest to that. Life is like a maze. You never know when you’ll come across a dead-end, or where the exit point really is. Although some may argue that the only exit is Death. When you do meet a dead-end, you simply or turn around, backtrack and take the other path. Or sit and rot. Which is not really a choice.

The transition is rough. I’ll be needing some grease.

Anger

I’m so very, very pissed. Today is screwed up like no any other day.

Seeing

“Seeing is Believing”

So they say. It’s very true, I believe. Seeing with your very own eyes is as a matter of fact, very convincing, whatever it pertains. The very nature of a magician’s crafty art is convincing one by sight, in a way that you only see what he wants you to see. Thus, it’s easy to believe in magic, but seeing what you saw does not bring you remotely close to understanding it.

Nobody ever said Seeing is Understanding.

It struck me that seeing something does not always, if at all, helps with understanding. Many a times, what we do not see matters more than how much we think it does. Just like how a magician’s trick are the moves he pulls which are hidden from view.

It is easy to believe in something you see. Understanding it, is another matter.
The real challenge is - what do you not see?

Old Mice, New Tricks

A while ago, I remember reading about some US scientists genetically engineering mice which they very scientibombasticfically named PEPCK-Cmus mice a.k.a “Mighty Mice”.  They can’t fly nor are they faster than a speeding bullet, but they’re no pushovers.

These genetically engineered mice also eat 60 percent more than controls, but remain fitter, trimmer and live and breed longer than wild mice in a control group. Some female PEPCK-Cmus mice have had offspring at 2.5 years of age, an amazing feat considering most mice do not reproduce after they are one year old.

However, what’s really astounding is that these mighty mice can run up to 6 kilometres and up to 6 hours without stopping. I’d have trouble running a single kilometre non-stop, how in the world do they manage SIX, and not forgetting how small their strides are!

So, these mice have super strength and super stamina. But that’s not enough. As long as cats are around, the mice will never be able to take over the world, even with Pinky and Brain’s help. That’s when some smart Japanese scientists got even smarter, and made fearless mice.

Even our last line of defence has been breached. What could possibly stop hoards of super strength, super stamina, fearless mice rampaging around your home stealing your cheeseburgers?

Not to be outdone, the Koreans came up with an answer.

Glow-in-the-dark cats. It is not known what special abilities they have (if glowing in the dark isn’t special enough already) but even I’d be frightened if an eerily-orange-glowing-thing were to pop out from the darkness and chase after me.

This is just the beginning. I bet some evil genius will come up with something more.

It wouldn’t be surprising if I see a mouse flying one day.

Sometimes

Sometimes
I want to do nothing
But to stare into nothingness
With a light flickering
In the background
Blurred by the lack of Focus
In my eyes, In my ears
Of sight and sound
In my mind, In my grip
Of life and love

Sometimes
I want to do nothing
But to lie down
To shed the weight
Off my shoulders
And stare at the eyes
Of Comfort
Realising how much I miss
Having my feet
Off the ground

Sometimes
I want to do nothing
But to just listen
To the voices
In the background
In my head
And have a dream
Where I am not afraid
Of myself

Sometimes
I want to do nothing
But to just close my eyes
Nod in submission
And sigh