You Are Beautiful

In this crazy world that we live in, the words we need to hear the most are often drowned out and sometimes even overshadowed; by commercial clutter, by society's noise, by consumer campaigns, by wants and desires. It has been almost 2 weeks since I've got back home. Home is where the heart is but what if the heart is still perched on an ageing apple tree in Chorleywood, what if the heart is still watching the sunset from 5-14 Skejby Vaenge, what if the heart is still wondering the Sahara by moonlight, what if the heart is still watching the sun rise up from behind the Angkor Wat, what if the heart is still awed by the Patio of Lions at the Alhambra, what if the heart is still trying to unlock the intricacies of Picasso at the Rena Sofia, what if the heart is still taking a stroll along the tiny river Chess... What then? If only I could uproot my life here and pack it into a shell like a snail. Yet there are days where I feel like I have never even left Singapore and it is shocking how easy it is to sink back into my old life and to let the experiences and lessons learnt on my stint abroad fade into the recess that lies beyond memory's reach.
But don't get me wrong. It is not like I am unhappy to be back. On the contrary, I am delighted to be back home. I suppose that I just need more adjusting and getting used to the pace of life here. It is hard to run the rat race when you have to constantly refer to a compass to find your true north. But I believe it is better to be on the right track then to have to drastically change course later on in the race.