Reflecting simply - play
One thing I appreciate about my new home is how peaceful the place is. I've actually complained a few times that I miss the good location of my old place. I used to live very near to an entertainment center, a library, countless of food outlets and an MRT/Bus Interchange. After getting the hang of taking and changing buses, learning which transfers get me to where, waiting times and etc though, I'm starting to appreciate the ulu-ness of my new home.
One advantage this new ulu location gives me, is a really nice, serene and breezy area to jog at. My jogs nowadays usually take me past a long canal with still waters, with a variety of canopies and clear skies that I'll past before reaching a stairway that leads me into a park area. Usually, I would use the footpath that encircles the basket-ball court and playground to do a few rounds, ignoring whats actually within the circle. Today though, my feet somehow decided to take me into that area.
Thus I paused, and caught my breath. I walked into the playground, absent-mindedly spinning those plastic bars on the Tic-Tac-Toe gird thing and half-smiling to myself at the kids who were ignoring they're grandparents' calling for them to go home now.
You know Singaporean playgrounds all look like about the same? (Most of our buildings are la actually, lol. ) This one was the version that you can climb up steps to reach a "roof-top" place, and get to the slides. And there's two types of slides - the "normal" ones where one doesn't have to climb up to high to reach, and then the big twisty one thats shaped like a screw.
I confess that when I was much, much younger, I feared playing on the big twisty slide. Every time I went to the playground, I would always play on everything else, avoiding only that big slide... eventually, I did grow out of it of course.
But today, as I observed the orange slide - something that my full height had actually reached beyond the starting point of it, I knew I couldn't play on this slide too.
This time, it was not because of a childish fear of heights. This time, the fear was more due to rules of social order, or in other words... too many adults and children were looking.
Perhaps it is a rule for our fears do take this two-phase route:
First, we fear doing something because we think we cannot. And then, we fear doing that same something because we feel we are not allowed to.
Things like the dreams and hopes of a new progress, the betterment of society and even of humanity.
Things like pondering over the wonder of a seed, being amazed at how a stone can never grow into a tree, but a tiny object like it can.
Things like enjoying the company of your parents and wanting to spend time with them.
Things like remembering a song that you liked in primary school, and humming its tune as you go to work.
Things like waking up just a little earlier, to stare out of your window and enjoy the morning's beauty.
Things like breathing in that fresh morning air - and being grateful.
Eventually, I jogged away from the slide and back onto the footpath. Then I made my way back home.
"The worst moment for an atheist is when he is genuinely thankful, but has nobody to thank." - Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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