About the Author
At the first cutting light of August, many years ago, the world got the first glimpse of the entity known henceforth as
Leon Yip. It decided to douse the aforesaid with sunshine, sweets, and loads of love.
Legend has it, so convicting were his words, that upon his request, the world agreed to revolve around him, forever, and ever, and ever.
Posted on: Thursday, January 08, 2009
Posted at: 7:48 PM
During my self-rewarded free time, I looked back at the archives of this blog, from around April of 2008, just wondering how different I might have been as compared to now. And I realise, that I haven't changed much at all. I'm still that young kid facing the challenges of the world, finding my own way to make everything seem all right, seeking comfort where comfort could be sought, living on the back of company that proved so temporial yet so wholesome.
Although somewhere down the line, my comfort zone shifted along with the direction of where I'm headed, though what remains a constant, is how I'm trying to candy coat the whirlpool of thoughts in my head by seeking temporary solace in things which I know I can run into and hide every now and then, when I feel that the roads aren't safe.
Why does everything have to have a consequence. How ironic is it that doing some things will lead to certain consequences, and not doing some things will lead to consequences of a greater magnitude.
How about those who are truly lost, those who are unable to see the signs on the road, not knowing whether they say "stop" or "go"? What about people like us? I don't think taking cover once the presence of something bad is felt would lead me far, no, it wouldn't lead me to that substantial existence which I crave.
The roads are covered with the haziness which obscures the future. The unpredictability of it all could lead to the wrong choices being made. Its infuriating how we set a final destination, maybe even mark a route, but more often than not, on our journey to the end, we detour around sometimes going in circles, and in the end, reaching a totally unfamiliar area.
I realise that I like using roads as analogies, especially in my other diary. Perhaps its because I take the bus alot I guess.
I'm counting down, the mile marks to every town, falling more in love with the distance put between us.
