It's cold here in Singapore tonight, even though we're practically experiencing summer all year round. It's the time of the year they call the "monsoon season". We get showers and cold weather almost everyday. And here in the comfort of my warm and snugly bed, I am thankful for what I'm able to enjoy. For those who are not as fortunate as I am, my heart goes out to you - anyone in this world who may feel a little too cold tonight; in body or in heart. Regardless where you are on this Christmas night, I genuinely wish you a Merry Christmas and all the best for your future endeavours.
I was never the religious sort of guy. I respect that some people have strong beliefs in their religion, but that is not me. Lately Christmas has become more of a festive celebration than of a religious kind of thing - and it's good. I love Christmas. I love the festival not because of any religious reason but solely because it's a season of giving, and people generally become nicer to others, even if they sometimes forget that they should be throughout the year. I believe that if we can receive, we can give. We need not be the most fortunate of people to give, I've noticed. What is most important is a heart that wants to give, and your actions will do the rest. The best things in life come free to us.
Perhaps I'm facing some sort of a quarter-life crisis. I think too much, experience too little, spend most of my time alone, and can't decide on what's important for me and what's not. Yet despite all these things, I don't feel lost. I feel like there's something cohesive in my life, but I can't figure out what it is. The dilemma has presented itself.
Am I asking for too much, or am I not asking enough?
Gone were the days where everything was planned out for me right before I plunge into it. I never had to make many particularly grave decisions for the past 20 years of my life. If security and stability were the characteristics of adolescence, I enjoyed the full show. Now I understand why some people never want to grow up. The responsibilities that ensue are far too overbearing. But to be a superhero, I must overcome this conundrum. Life itself is a puzzle, a riddle, and a roller-coaster ride altogether.
Next year's Christmas is going to be different. I know it's gonna be. It could be merrier or lonelier, but it's all up to me. Oh, and it's gonna be one of my firsts as a certified adult.
In warmth or in cold, in youth or in age, in wealth or in debt, in joy or in grief, in love or in solitude, in peace or at war, in comfort or in pain, have yourself a merry little Christmas - because everybody deserves to be remembered and celebrated.
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