Of a certain yesterday.
Regular day at work. Armed with my pen and stapled pieces of rough paper, I approached the little boy. Reserved and apprehensive to a certain extent, he mellowed down after I spent a good 2 minutes coaxing him, indicating that I wouldn't take too much of his time. Wedged in between a couple of his 8-year-old cousins, I began the journey to venture down his train of thoughts.
Halfway through, I begin to wonder,
Just where does the sheer joy in the simplicity of life disappear to as soon as someone crosses over to adulthood?
And I reflected on the very thing that had bothered me recently. Something that was not out of the ordinary at all, but served as a haunting disturbance that consistently taunted me to probe my thoughts to the other side of the spectrum, with questions left unanswered.
In trying to find a way out, I questioned the 2 most crucial points I hold dearly ...
Where does my sincerity lies?
And can I salvage an ounce of gratitude beneath all the dirt and rubble?
Excessive thinking can at times cause destructive effects.
Back to basics.
9.36pm Malaysian Time