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。
Bangkok, Thailand.
As I ran in through the closing doors of the airport rail, I was greeted by this sight. I sneakily took a picture of this moment.
No matter where I went, the same subway moments strike me again and again. Everyone looks so connected, yet looks so…far, distant and disconnected at the same time. Together and disconnected, so I say.
Somewhere through the journey, I can’t help but wonder, what is on their mind? What is their story?
When I was young, I’ve always wanted the ability to read minds, because I truly believed that everyone of us have a powerful story to share. Behind every smile and tear, there is something that others couldn’t quite fully understand.
I feel you, but I truly don’t feel on the level that you do.
As I grew up, I learnt that the thirst of wanting to knows how others feel or what they are thinking – is called kaypoh. If you put it in better sounding terms, I empathize! But I’ll admit that I am more of the kaypoh type. I love it when people share their stories and feelings with me. More often than not, I would be the silent listener.
I don’t judge (outloud), and I don’t offer advice, because I realize that these 2 things are the things that people need the least when they approach me.
The listening ear indeed.
Sharing of stories, forms a true momentary bond between the speaker and listening. The unmistakable closeness. It is also due to the exact same reason, that, if given a choice, we would speak to strangers instead.
Stripped of the background, names, familiarity, we are nothing more than just humans. Humans with nothing attached to us. We have got nothing to gain, nothing to lose, hence we speak with our hearts and soul.
The easiest and often honest conversations always happens with strangers you just met. That auntie in the coffee shop, the grandma sitting on the benches, the uncle puffing his lung sacs away…
After the conversation, the bond breaks, and you are never to see them again. You carry on with you the wisdom, the lessons behind the conversations, to in turn, create your own.
Life. Stories.
Hiam 