The sound of the rain is a music to my soul. It gives me comfort and peace.
As the rain continues to drop, I fall in a reflection.
I am always compelled to the city. If Moana is called by the sea, the city calls me. I want to voyage in the vastness of the city and discover places I never been to.
There is something familiar in the unfamiliarity of the city.
The tall buildings, busy streets, and noise gave me comfort. I’m alone in this unfamiliar place and yet, I don’t feel alone nor sad. I enjoy my company. No one know me. I can be whoever I want to be. There is no judgemental eyes. I can blend and be part of this big city.
I love the peace and tranquility of the rural areas but part of me longs to be in the city.
When I relocated in the city because of my work, I was terrified and excited at the same time.
I was full of joy. I enjoyed walking along the busy streets. My surrounding was loud and yet, I’m at peace within me. Walking after work makes me feel happy and grateful.
The simple joy of life makes a big impact in my life. When pandemic happened, I realized how the little things in my life keeps me going. I never knew the importance of moments until it was gone.
Still, I’m grateful for my adventures in the city.
Soon, I will return and I will be braver. Most importantly, I will be more grateful and mindful.
As I write this, I’m here in the province longing for my life in the city. But, it is okay. I’ll be there soon.
I’m looking forward for my dreams but I’m not forgetting to live at the moment and appreciate the present.