The best things in life

I am easily amused by seemingly mundane things.

I can stare for hours at the formation of clouds, at a group of monkeys playing with each other, at a river alive with flowing water.

I get happy looking at my cat sleeping, or my cat observing other things while I’m observing him.

I can spend hours browsing through different sorts of daily necessities at the supermarket.

I am overjoyed when I’m given surprise gifts, no matter how small, be it a mango (I love mangos) or a Hello Kitty knick-knack.

I celebrate tacky calendar dates, like 01/11/11 or 11/11/11.

These are the little joys that some might call Peter Pan syndrome, but they keep me sane, keep me grounded. Life’s serious and busy enough that these moments offer me some sort of escape, some sort of happiness.

Misses

I miss Paris. Everything feels surreal and romantic there.

 

I miss Berlin. How everything and everyone just blends in, how people of different strokes can fit in together to form such a vibrant city full of youthful energy. (yes you could be dancing on the benches and no one could care less)

Freedom

I am at my happiest on the road, driving away from KL, discovering places I’ve never been to before, revisiting small towns.

If I were to personify KL, I would say it is a vampire – the longer you stay here, the more life it sucks out of you. We stay to earn our daily bread, and run away as soon as we can, at any opportunity, even if it’s just a brief moment of escape.

I am at my happiest breathing a different kind of air, not the polluted, heavy scent of mass destruction, industrialization, concrete buildings.

I am at my happiest by the water, letting the breeze touch my skin, listening to liquid music.

It’s the closest I can be to feeling free, before going back in the vampire city.