Wednesday, August 09, 2006
The quadriceps give a dull ache even after two days' rest from pushing myself beyond my night run limits. The ache piercingly reminds me of the tears that I had shed while pounding the estate's pavements, of the tears that had blended with sweat and streamed homogeneously down my cheek and neck, and of how those tears had dried partway through the run and regained momentum as soon as the rush of blood to the head had stopped. Methinks every tear had a story of its own, waiting to be read and understood. Yet in the fury of my footfalls, I never did pause and take heed of their stories.
Too many stories.. for the world is filled with too much pain at this current moment. My friends and family are all suffering pain, with unprecedented concomitance, and there is little that the boy - saddled with his own doubts and frustrations - can do for all of them. It hurts so badly, to see the world around him as such.
And yet two days after the night run, which incidentally never did serve its purpose of cleansing pain, the boy ended up pacing rounds across his void deck at an ungodly hour, attempting once more to lighten a friend's load. It takes a fool to bear such burdens atop his own, but this boy gladly chooses so, in his silly nature of giving. Sigh.
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This is where I know I am home, truly home. Where my family and friends stay. Where my memories, joyful and upsetting, reside. Where every road, every block, every tree, every bush, holds a personal significance and recollective heritage. Where I know deep down, that I will always belong.
Happy Forty-first, Singapore! :)
Too many stories.. for the world is filled with too much pain at this current moment. My friends and family are all suffering pain, with unprecedented concomitance, and there is little that the boy - saddled with his own doubts and frustrations - can do for all of them. It hurts so badly, to see the world around him as such.
And yet two days after the night run, which incidentally never did serve its purpose of cleansing pain, the boy ended up pacing rounds across his void deck at an ungodly hour, attempting once more to lighten a friend's load. It takes a fool to bear such burdens atop his own, but this boy gladly chooses so, in his silly nature of giving. Sigh.
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This is where I know I am home, truly home. Where my family and friends stay. Where my memories, joyful and upsetting, reside. Where every road, every block, every tree, every bush, holds a personal significance and recollective heritage. Where I know deep down, that I will always belong.
Happy Forty-first, Singapore! :)
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