Rant & Raves

Yesterday is history, and tomorrow is mystery. But today is a gift; that’s why it’s called Present - Master Oogway (Kung Fu Panda)

The night was running late, but I was still wide awake.

I looked up into the cloudy night sky, and saw the low cloud and the moon was hiding behind the cloud like a shy girl peeking at her man from behind the curtain. It was star-less but the weather was nice, and I could feel the wind brushing my arms and face gently like a kiss from a girl.

I grabbed hold of the fruit punch I bought from the nearby 7-11 store and took a big gulp. I was exhausted physically after the intensive badminton game, but mentally and spiritually, I was very much alive.

I could still remember the girl at the badminton court saying “Oh it’s okay” and the smile she gave me after I apologized for almost running into her. It was a sweet-weird smile.

I swatted the memory away. It was nothing sort of importance and I didn’t want to waste my time remembering something pointless like that.

The night was calm, but my mind was clouded with many thoughts. There have been a few things happening that they had been clouding my mind, affecting my judgment and worse of all, I couldn’t think straight for the past few days.

Enjoying the serenity of the night, the warm August wind swept my thoughts away and finally, my mind was crystal clear and I could sense myself for the first time in weeks. I was at a crossroad and I lost myself in the path of the journey, but now, I could finally find myself, thanks to the moonless sky and the fruit punch.

In a way, I am blessed.