放手。
对于很多人事物，其实都需要放手。
有时，手抓得越紧，反而让自己的手，血淋淋。
这些道理，我都知道。
但，我仍然不舍得。
这时，我才发现，理智和感情是很分别的两个部位。两个都想要得逞，但，一如既往，赢家只会有一个。
痛的人，也只有一个。
你，就重感情啊。
不止一个人，这样对我说过。
重感情，只有一边重，压死的，不是对方，而是自己。
终于是时候，放过自己。
放自己自由。
怎么说，久久也要让理智尝尝胜利的滋味。这样，才不会失去理智。（哈哈哈哈哈，说到很严肃，不过打这句话时，我还是忍不住爆笑）
删清了。
空了。
或许，是真的吧？
People who matter, will always find their way back.
就让自己找回自己最初的自己，那个只想开心的自己。
Recently, I felt uninspired. ( Such a mouthful )
So that day, I decided to venture out with my camera in hand and see what I can see at that moment of time.
In my head, I was thinking, what will I see? Prolly the same old things that I see daily? Nothing new? Everything looks the same?
I was skeptical, even though I already dragged my arse off the couch, abandoning Finding Dory on TV ( such determination! ).
At one point of time, the camera in hand, turned into the camera in bag. Indeed, everything looks as it is. I should have stayed on the couch and finished up my Finding Dory!
As Dory always says, Just keep swimming.
So I just kept walking, hoping to find something that will make me trigger happy. I walked at a crawling speed, slowing down even further as I walked past people. Hoping to hear something – to be part of their conversations momentarily. To have a fragment of their life, even for just a split second.
I started to walk and pause, walk and pause.
There are parents bringing their children out to cycle, couples walking to have their dinner, two ladies were having an intimate conversation (possibly about the dinner that they are going to have), a woman racing her dog. I was part of their life, for a split second.
“Where are you headed towards?”
“XXX condo! You?”
“Oh! That’s pretty close! Today’s my first day at work! I’m still not quite used to it. How long have you been with Grabfood?”
” Few months. You will get used to it, it gets easier.”
“I think of the child that is at home, and all that I am missing out…I don’t think I will ever get used to it.”
One man gave the other an understanding pat on his shoulder. He feels and understand.
I am thankful, that I was part of such a beautiful connection of two humans, even for the briefest moments.
I continue to walk, as I watched couples taking pictures at the park. I wanted to volunteer, but I don’t want to intrude on their private moments. I watched them pose and took photos for 10 minutes.
“Beep!” An alarm sound rang behind me. A teenager was riding on his e-scooter around the park, taking turns with his friends. Their laughter rang, breaking the silence.
As I walked, I finally understood the intent of this walk. It is not to see with my eyes, but to see, hear and feel with my heart.
Seeing the beauty and joy of the ordinary.
Hiam 