I’m at peace. The past two weeks in London and Ireland have been filled with love, laughter and music and my soul is content. Being jet lagged flying from the East to West is a wonderful thing. Being awake while the sun rises, getting things done while listening to music, chatting with my other two jet laggers and having some me time is just grand.
I’m terrified of growing old. It scares me. I want my legs to stay strong, my heart to keep beating with vigor, so it can support the many adventures I’ve yet to have in the next few decades.
If there’s anything I learnt in Ireland, it’s that growing old is a beautiful thing. You age gracefully, you hold a thousand more stories, life becomes simpler and the number of things that matter decrease substantially.
I haven’t been back to Malaysia for almost two years now. In Ireland I reached a level of homesickness I haven’t felt in a long time.
Four months ago, Siobhan, Sara and I had to go back to London in August for various reasons and decided to get together and fly to Ireland where Siobhan is from.
I think I have the best friends in the world. I really do. I think they outdo any other person on this planet. They continuously give me perspective, challenge me, make me laugh, cry, and sometimes I want to murder them. I could write an entire novel and it would make you laugh, cry and feel the same.
If there’s one thing all 3 of us have in common, it’s our love for music. We don’t necessarily love the same music, but a lot of it overlaps. If it doesn’t, it’s easy for us to understand why the other loves that seemingly odd tune, as we’re all very close.
I don’t know how best to eloquently describe the experience we had, more so in Dingle, than in Dublin. The Slea Head Drive was beautiful, and Dingle was full of pubs with character, musicians, and those who loved and adored music. The musicians were older, but they played with so much youth and vigour, that I felt my heart was going to give way at certain points. It was an experience, one I won’t do justice trying to put into words, and will instead end with something I wrote while listening to a beautiful piece performed by a husband and wife…It’s moments like these, where nothing else matters I’m swept away by subtle love, beauty, passion By the beauty of figures strumming away Led by delicate harmonies It’s only three layers, but they are the only ones that matter I want to be reminded every day that life is this simple Nothing else matters Nothing…but only what invokes the fluttering of our hearts