“How’s life?” one of my friends asked via text the other day. I flicked through the variety of general responses that fronted my mind: life’s good, same old same old, nothing much, etc.
And then it hit me.
“I don’t think I have much of a life,” I typed back, suppressing a sigh. “I’m always so stressed out. I think I’m craving a vacation.”
Every working adult understands the cycle of pouring all your energy into work, only to return home feeling so exhausted from everything and dreaming up the next vacation – maybe a quick getaway to the neighboring town, or if your budget allows for it, an exciting trip out of the country. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only 20-something-year-old who feels this way.
A couple years ago, blogging was my means of escape into a portal of writing. I found comfort in spilling my thoughts – however random, whimsical or dark they were – and didn’t seem to care if my words were read by people I knew or complete strangers. And that was because I was blogging for myself.
But over the last year or so, I haven’t been able to be completely honest with my blog. Whenever I start a new post, I’m reminded that I’m displaying my writing, personality and thoughts in front of an audience – some of which I know and don’t. I’m totally okay having my blog read by strangers, but it’s the ones who know me whom I feel slightly guarded against.
The best way to measure the progress you’ve made and how far you’ve come, isn’t based on your career or academics, or how many friends you have. It all comes down to how you spend your time.
Who have you made time for?
Who have you inspired this year?
Whose lives have you touched?
And don’t forget to spend time with yourself. Learn to love and accept the wonderful person that you are.
We’d arrived in Osaka in the middle of winter, with gray skies suspended over the city like a blanket – thick, cottony clouds swollen with icy winter rain. Osaka is often overshadowed by Tokyo’s glitz and glamor and Kyoto’s magical beauty, but it’s still a charming city, sprinkled with exciting attractions.Read More...
Rome: Day 11 & 12
(29.8.14 – 30.8.14)
Continuation from here.
“If you could be stranded in any part of the world, where would it be?”
I bet most people wouldn’t mind being stranded in Rome for a day or even a week. But being in Rome was an accident for us, a little splotch of surprise in our itinerary because we hadn’t even included it in there. Now before you scoff, “You kidding me? You went to Italy and you didn’t even think about dropping by Rome? That’s like going to France and not bothering to see Paris!”, we’d heard a lot of nasty rumors about Rome that made us cross it off our list of places to see.
Rumors like: “There really isn’t much to do or see in Rome – the whole city is severely overrated!”, “People in Rome are really racist against Asians” and “Too many gypsies loitering around, waiting for victims to pounce on.” Well the last rumor is actually a fact – there are plenty of gypsies who are experts in the stealthy art of pick-pocketing, so I’d advise hiding a money belt around your waist or even stuffing cash in your socks to avoid being robbed.
But yes, being on a really tight budget and all, Gloria and I thought we’d skip out on Rome and head straight to Florence after Sicily, but that didn’t go as planned and we ended up being in Rome by force – which actually turned out to be one of the highlights of my Italian adventure. I fell in love with it the very next day when we started exploring the streets of Rome for the first time. But first, the story of how we got stranded in Rome and how we narrowly escaped a rather sketchy situation involving an illegal cab driver.
Trapani: Day 10
Continuation from here.
Trapani was the day of pleasant surprises and sun-soaked beaches.
When we got up, breakfast was provided in the common room for all guests of the hostel. So we helped ourselves to croissants, toasts, cereal and juice over friendly conversations with other travelers from France and Germany. Before 10 a.m., we were headed out for the train station (Palermo Centrale) to locate the bus that would take us to Trapani. The whole point of making that trip was because we desperately longed to experience a nice Sicilian beach.
The beauty of Sicily is vested in its sandy beaches and startling blue waters, where the sun drenches its residents in a crisp brownish-gold hue. Everyone had a rich tan, like a nice brown roast that reflected the sunny nature of a warm Sicilian summer.