I had a conversation with Khamal a while back, and at that moment, it didnt strike a chord with me at all. I didnt agree when he said that being stuck in Singapore was the worst thing to happen to anyone. Getting a stable job, getting married, having a car and a condo, all this served only to root a person down, to prevent him from seeing the world.
I told him he was mad, that there was no better place to live in than Singapore. I told him how much i love my country, love my job, love my home.
Suddenly, things arent so clear. I saw a pic of a friend of mine, who is currently overseas, and i envy him. The total freedom of living in another place where things are different, and being given a chance to re-create oneself totally. New histories, new friends and a new life.
A second chance at everything.
Am I really ready to commit to anything now in my life? Am i willing to work in the same organisation for the rest of my days knowing that there's only one life to live? Am i super satisfied with what i have even though I wont be able to sate this recurrent feeling of wanderlust?
Doesnt matter. Someone once said that the best dreams are those that are unattainable.
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