A Reflection

Some people go through life in an auto-pilot mode. Go to college, get a decent piece of certificate, get a job, get married, have kids, grow old. Some people feel blessed to have this kind of life.

But not everybodygets to live this life. I'm one of these people. And though some might give me that look of pity, I think I'm living my life to the fullest and I'm contented.

I survived the ordeal of 5 years to get my Masters degree, and on top of that I've seen Stonehenge, saw Paris from the 1st floor of Eiffel Tower, saw Mona Lisa from up close at the Louvre, prayed on carpet grass in Victoria en route to Phillip Island, walked on the lake banks of Lucerne, tasted Blackforest Cake at The Black Forest in Germany, been in Marie Antoinette's bedchamber in Chateau de Versailles, taking postcard picture at one of The Lord of the Ring's location in NZ, enjoyed piping hot hotteok in Namdaemun, picked mandarins in Jeju, had the most delicious food in Bangkok, ate nutella crepe and drank the most refreshing orange juice at Camden Market, and talked to a nice old man who sold me 2 Carnivale masks in Venice. Not to forget the gondola ride and the most epic hot air balloon ride in Pamukkale (sadly not in Cappadoccia, but hey, it's a free ride). Sipping Turkish coffee and eating lokum outside the grounds of Haga Sofia, taking a cable car ride up Mt Titlis and hearing the kettlebells of the Swiss cows and eating pasta in Firenze, gelato in all Italian cities I had stopped at and canoli in Rome. 

And though I'm plagued with anxiety disorder, I realised that good friends are the ones that I should keep. Spending time with them make healing easier, as with walks in Melawati where I can see the hills and enjoy the fresh air. 

Only now I know the meaning of good friends. The honest-to-goodness kind, not the fake ones. 

Am not saying I'm perfect and without any flaws; I just realised many things about life. Taking life not only with a grain of salt; but also smelling the roses. 

C'est la vie et carpe diem!