Currently Playing: Tom McRae - Got Suitcase Got Regrets.
"Put the world in a box.
Turn the sign to the street.
Aim for where the horizon and blue skies meet."
Northward-bound
June 2006
I’ve shared the following with a select few, but after some consideration, decided that maybe the people who come by here occasionally to read might understand and relate as well, as nonsensical as the following piece might seem.
This was written on the spur of the moment, so any grammatical errors or lack of elaborate details is to be expected.
I’ve realised something:
That people who find themselves
perpetually wanting to ‘get away from it all’, like migrate to a tiny
foreign place where nobody knows who they are, to disappear into obscurity off of the
face of the Earth, to start Life anew somewhere where new faces reside, are
generally kidding themselves if they think a change of scene is going
to do any good.
Because wherever we are, we’re still us and our
problems still remain ours. There’s no such thing as ‘the grass being
greener on the other side’, when the baggages we have brought with us
continue to be what they are. A change of place doesn’t automatically
bury the skeletons we have in our closets. New soil is still soil. It’s still dirt and mud and rocks. We
still have to take out spades to dig. In a sense, that foreign
place that we’re so keen to escape to is essentially similar to the place that we
thought we’ve said goodbye to. There’s still food, people, cultures,
etc in that new foreign place. It’s the same thing, but of another variety.
So in the end,
we will find ourselves on what we think is a fresh page to turn over,
only to find that there’s no difference when the book is the same, and
past chapters cannot be torn out by simply flipping onto a new leaf.
*It’s frightening to think that flying away on second chances is really just running away from what is never far behind. And once we’ve settled in what is at first unfamiliar, we will find in every reflection all that we wanted to forget until eventually, the unfamiliar becomes the familiar all over again.
Enough said here.
Ps. If you understand, memang salute-lah. I don’t think I quite get it myself, but that’s exactly what I believe.
