power of n
i don’t know when when i took this picture nor whose house is it i just remember that i was walking around our old village and i decided to take a picture of this gate. looking at it, am still intrigued in a way with this image. i like it in a weird way; the way the gate opens so slightly, the worn out iron gate, the old feeling it gives. i always feel hopeful seeing this picture. gives me comfort and a warm feeling. like a freshly baked choco fudge.
i’m getting sentimental, one can always argue that it’s old age but i think it’s more of self awareness and appreciation. i always say that i’m ok being alone, being single but it’s only now that i fully understand what being single means to me. it’s not that i love being single but i have come to terms with it. i used to believe that being single is a like being a social outcast, a leper. putting meaning when there’s none. i’m only 31 but i feel i just survived a midlife crisis. if this is one, it means i’ll live ’til 62 give or take 2 years. 
the things is, when you feel so alone, you are not. trust me, you are never alone.
listening to:
The Language of Life – Everything But the Girl : The Road
Tags: introspect
