Parting is such Sweet Sad Sorrow

Last night i went out and met up with the bunch i used to do business with. They all seemed to be doing well for themselves, but as we well know, business is a showey business. One thing that i really respect them for is that each of them had taken the unorthodox route of venturing into unknown territory when so many could have taken the easy way of becoming professionals. Instead, they prefer creating their own territory, and in the process make changes to Singapore's business landscape. These small and commercial changes have their way of affecting the country nonetheless. It was this that gave me a great sense of pride when i was working on my own.

Part of me felt sad for moving on. In fact, my whole journey coming back to Singapore has not been a process of readjusting and re-establishing, but a proces of moving on. In every aspect of my life right now, i have moved on. But every end brings a new beginning and it's safe to say that this is my beginning into the world. I have spent many days when i was younger yearning to break away and see the greater world, but only now do i dare say that i have the guts to take the big step. That big step is learning how to detach yourself from the place you grew up, from the place you know, however much you hate, like the back of your hand.

I feel like it's quite painful. I know i'm going to be back in two months time, but i know that when i come back i'm going to be a totally different person in a same old context.