Shadows will try to help you hide.
“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.”– Jeanette Winterson
Love.
Running.
Rarely would a song have such an impact on me, but this, gave me goosebumps and tears. What do you do if a song speaks so much more to you than just music and lyrics?
Run
Running all the time
Running to the future
With you right by my side
Me
I’m the one you chose
Out of all the people
You wanted me the most
I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen
Help me up lets keep on running
Don’t let me fall out of love
Running, running
As fast as we can
Do you think we’ll make it?
(Do you think we’ll make it?)
We’re running
Keep holding my hand
It’s so we don’t get separated
Be
Be the one I need
Be the one I trust most
Don’t stop inspiring me
Sometimes it’s hard to keep on running
We work so much to keep it going
Don’t make me want to give up
But we all are slaves to it.
Food for thought; stumbled upon this article, and I think everyone should read it. Written with wit, and it definitely challenged the norms the media has got us to conform to.
Same, but different.
It’s a funny thing about comin’ home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You’ll realize what’s changed is you.
– The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Indeed.
Postera crescam laude.
Finally, for what I’ve been working for; a bittersweet affair. Loved the school and the city, loved my course, and my university experience and I couldn’t be more than thankful for my parents who supported me throughout; both financially and emotionally. Wouldn’t be able to study my desired degree without them. Indeed, a proud moment for my parents as I finally obtain that certificate that costs probably a hundred thousand dollars of which they have invested in. Parents are a God-send; with such unconditional love and sacrifice that no one else could have possibly done it but them. And as much as it’s an irony, I think I’m going to miss studying Psychology and churning out essays, alongside with all other privileges only students are entitled to.
With that, goodbye Melbourne. I am officially an unemployed now.
For one more day.
After three weeks of packing and cleaning with a final weight of 140kg for my items, my bags are packed for home. And as I walked to my favourite cafe for coffee, I am reminded of how good it feels to be alone again, how beautiful and amazing this city is, and how thankful I am to have this opportunity to have stayed and studied here. Really, I couldn’t have asked for more.
Melbourne is no longer just a word, or just a destination. This piece of former stranger-land is now a place of my own, shaped through my personal experiences and memories. It is more than a city; it has become a place of comfort, faces, culture, and memories.
Maybe, one more day in Melbourne each time isn’t and wouldn’t be enough but I know it’s not the last goodbye. I look forward to my next Melbourne-bound flight already.
Melbourne.
“We bring home with us when we leave.”
– Colun McCann, Let the Great World Spin
A note to myself, because leaving is a lot harder than I expected.
beautiful deception 
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