I often like to believe that there is no such thing in life as coincidence. The last 4 weeks have been a succession of odd events – from staring at my apartment’s ceiling while recovering from dengue fever to ’swimming’ through irrelevant up-stream hierarchy battles in the workplace. Such hurdles surely are not lived without a bit of suffering, however they also set forward a new direction as I opened my eyes to the true priorities in my life. It somehow feels like I suddenly woke from a tropical slumber. After all, I did spend the past two years in 35ºC weather, right on top of the equator in Singapore.
I vividly remember writing this in my diary back in 2003, sitting alone in my modest rented room in London: I am standing at a crossroad.
There have been many crossroads since then and I sometimes wonder if a difference of one single decision would have changed the course of my life. Perhaps not at all.
10 years on, I sit at the front of a double-decker bus underneath an anonymous Singaporean highway, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. As the light switched from red to green, I feel a sense of hope. I think to myself “yes, it’s time”.
Having spent the last decade moving from Europe to North America to Asia, I now understand my place in the world better than ever before. This is not to say that I know where I belong but rather, I know the road that I am walking on. It is a road of changing landscapes, and I am guided by one vision.
The possibility of good change.
September arrives like a promise. It seems to say “you have come a long way, but it’s still time to dream further.”
October will be a month of transition, November the start of a nomadic experimentation…