Part 2: My cycling trip/s (monday)

As I cycled towards my destination, supposedly for the last time today, I realized why I kept my head down all this while. I was focused. I was determined to get there. I was gunning at my fastest pace to reach and deliver my msgs.

During each trip back home, I would pass by a whole world of people. You know, the strollers, the joggers, the cyclers, the zo boers etc etc.and I would just go on my way, with my mind bogged with my own issues and business.

But during this trip home, I took off my cap. As I cycled past the people, I took a good look at their faces. As I looked at each face, I pondered about their lives. Each was an individual who was there for their own particular reason, if not for a purpose. The aunty taking her daily evening stroll, the running macho gurkhas who there maintaining their fitness, the children who met up to have some fun with each other, the couples who exercised together after work, friends meeting up to exercise.. As I thought about each face and the unique lives they led, the many reasons for them to be there that day, I started to smile. I’ve been so focused on myself and my intent and my plans, and had passed each person by often as just a nameless face. Each face had their unique personalities, their character, their own individual life, purposes and destinies.
I began to imagine to be the person behind each face, and tried to imagine their feelings, the thoughts and emotions that were running through their minds as they watched me cycle past them with my dubiously looking smile on my face.
Some smiled back, some looked puzzled, and some looked away. There were a plethora of reactions.

As more and more faces passed by, the brighter, lighter and happier I felt., the brighter and wider was my smile. I had already done my best. I had given my best. It was more than I could give. There was nothing else I could do but to release the emotional baggage and pent up emotions I had. I guess…. But the only thing that I can ever hang on to, the only thing that I truly deserve and earned with all my efforts was…. hope.
I deserve hope. It was, and still is the one thing that keeps me going.


I thought I might bump into that grey haired guy I saw the other day. Remember the one that made me happy? I didn’t see him.
I didn’t need to.
I was happy.
I had hope. =)


As I turned into my lane and about to reach my home, I met a neighbor who beckoned me towards her. She and her husband were just talking about me that morning. (dun ask me why neighbors talk about me… I find that scary too!)
She told me what her husband said of me that morning.
I shaln’t reveal it here. But those words (though I forgot the exact phrasing liao) will definitely stick to my head for years to come.
Dammit... It sure made me cry like hell after hearing that.
I'll see if what he said will come true.

1 thing’s for certain. This will not be the last time I will cycle on this route!

Hope!