I came back from a late run, really late. It was almost midnight when I came back. I ran my usual distance, only to stop abruptly half way, and stared down at the ground with my hands on my knees. I looked up, seeing cars passing by, and the lights bright up this part of the island. Above me, a train just passed over me. I stood there trying to catch my breathe. And for the first time since so long, I actually asked God what am I doing.

Pessimisms have plagued my mind lately again, and today’s run was not motivational. I didn’t feel the fire nor did I feel the exhilaration anymore. I walked back slowly on a long journey back. Only to stop once in a while to look the distance. Seeing the sky so dark, only dimly stars accompanied me home. I always wondered why there isn’t many stars on this part of the earth. It seems so vacant up there.

Frankly, I didn’t feel like going home at all. I rather walked on further to the beach even though I know it would almost be morning if I reach there. The result of empty pockets changed my mind. At times, I asked myself again what am I doing. Is it so difficult for a path to change? Change is nature, but I forgot that like a caterpillar changing into a butterfly, it isn’t easy. Cocooned itself for weeks, it waits the right moment to blossom into a colourful creature. Precariously, breaking its way out of the fragile shell. Even after it has left it’s place of slumber, it has to wait for it’s wings to dry up before it could stretch it to show it’s magnificent beauty.

I sat at home now, and just as I was about to sleep, I chance upon this song. My worries seem to be distant, my heart seems to feel warm. Memories appear sweet. And the future doesn’t look so bleak anymore. I hope to awake smiling, with a sense of enthusiasm to make the day a lot better for myself. Good morning….