Where I belong

The title seems too overwhelming for what i’m gonna write, but i’ll just leave it, can’t think of a more appropriate one.

I had to get out of the house today, to somewhere I can feel at peace. So I took a bus to West Coast park, I’ve always thought the name dosen’t justify the emotions that place gives me. Whenever I recommend it to people who want to jump off a building, it feels as if its not strong enough. If it were named something like sanctuary park, yeah I would like that.

So I went there, leaving my phone at home, all I had were the clothes I were wearing and my wallet, had to travel.

I needed a break from society, the constant push to do better than others, to be successful in life.

If you’ve been a loyal reader, you would know I go to this particular spot where i see the ocean, dead leaves falling from the trees overhead as those alive gently brush against each other creating this wonderful sound.

I sat there, looking at the sea, all the small boats, yachts, cargo ships, and all the funny metal stuff. I wished it was all gone, just me looking at the sea and that would be it.

Still that place had this aura that soothed me, allowing me to forget my problems even if only temporarily.

Some distance away I heard crying, I looked to see a young girl sobbing on the ground, two boys walking back to help her. This boy, not more than 8 years old, piggybacked her while the younger brother pulled the scooters they were on.

For some reason I really admired the boys, they were so calm even when their little sister fell down. Two possibilities, they knew that they had to be composed to calm their sister down, or they were just: eh she fell down, lets pick her up. Nonetheless, I would’ve panicked at that age, I was really a kid then.

No particular reason why I wrote that, just what I saw.

And before that I drank two cans of red bull (puked it out afterwards) because I couldn’t get hold of alcohol, nah i’m kidding, I hate beer, but sure its good for when you feel down cause it taste like crap, makes you forget about how bitter your problem is, knocks you out and feel absolutely horrible the next day when a hangover kicks in, how wonderful.

I love quiet and peace, I hate crowds and unnecessary noise, really really hate it.

I like to think how I would hold my wife’s hand as we walk, where I can show her my ‘turf’. And later on I’ll be holding my kid’s hand, wanting him/her to love peace and quiet too.

Eventually I left the park, it was infested with people. Can’t blame them, its a public place. But I like it when its a work/school day and no one would go there, where the entire park is mine, with no one else in the world, its called introverted.

Returned to the real world, where people lie, cheat and steal, yeah no one is perfect, where buses and cars pollute our environment, where juvenile delinquents group together and cause trouble for fun, Piles of homework and studying waiting for me at home, constant pressure to do better.

*sigh* this is life.

I sound like an emo kid. *sighhhh*

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