A Short Travelogue of Hope

There will always be doubt: have I made enough of my one and only life? For after all, we will never meet our true self.  Though, we live in that hope, consciously or unconsciously. I will never be that writer that I want to be. But I will try. Keep reading, keep writing. 

Recently, I was thinking of writing a self-help book or the like. Something small about the wisdom I gain as a singleton. After all, I have deemed myself successful in this journey. Sure, I have a lot to proffer. Again, hope is one of the most important ingredient, where happiness is a recipe for a fruitful life. Though, I am still learning, evolving, each chapter of my life a new self. The process is painfully slow, like a river, the water cutting its banks to alter its course. 

I used to think that life is all about self-actualisation, or in my own words, meeting my true self - where I will be truly happy. Then, I imagined the instances in which I am happy: doing things I like. Running, reading, writing, swimming, hiking, and the list grows. After all, it is each small moment that makes up our life; they are bricks to the house of our lifestyle. But like marriage, mind you, singlehood is not a bed of roses. For no matter which path you choose or fall upon, there is no flat ground. There will always be ups and downs, good days and bad days. The next up or down will always be around the corner. We should take each day as it is; sadness or happiness will pass. We think too much at times, just live your life. 

Not so long ago, I was thinking that the downside of my successful singlehood is that I have put too much mental faculties or made too much sacrifices to throw it all away for a life partner aka change of lifestyle. Now, I think that is kind of silly, if I just follow my likes and dislikes. So just keep smelling the roses - not pluck them. Stars are born to be unreachable and that is where their beauty lies. Just like hope.