Sometimes, finding the right words to say isn't always easy. The words are everywhere. You choose them, string them into sentences. If it doesn't depicts what you have in mind, unstrung it. Rearrange it in any way you want till it paints a picture. Be it a skimpy piece of coloured chicken scratches or well detailed masterstroke of art. You decide.


This is how I choose to paint my picture.
In life, we all make decisions. Be it good or bad, it is only for the bearer to decide. At times, we simply have to make the leap and only hope for the best. The reflection process will only start once we had our first brush with either the consequence or just the fruits of our labour. Then we will reach a consensus with our conflicting self-s/counterparts/alter-ego. After some time, when we look back, very often do we turn to cliches for comfort. To give ourselves a pat on the back or words of encouragement to continue on with life despite being blinded to the err of our ways as we take a step forward only to realize that we are two steps back. Cliches such as part and parcel of life or ups and downs to life might seem like the best way to encapsulate what you have been through and have learnt from it but are those really reflecting what you actually gone through or felt at that point of time?

My guess will be a solid no. To me, those are just like sketches to a picture, outlining the perimeter of a more vivid recollection of what you choose to remember. Slowly and gradually, your memory will trigger and branch out. Joining the dots. Forming the draft to your picture. Subconsciously, the colours will fill in for themselves as you reminisced the different phases that you have gone through, adding a huge variety of colours to your black and white life. Soon enough, final touches will be delicately made and that piece of art will unveil itself to you.

I will like to begin with
Me. Friends. Studies. Relationships.