There are certain times in life where you just can't help regretting. In retrospect, the day before yesterday was one of them.
You see, I met the guy of my dreams and all I said to him was - thank you.
Not - Hi, my name's Ana (in the making)
Not - Hi, what's your name?
Just…thank you.
As it turns out, this trip is becoming somewhat of a reintroduction to my roots. How does one get detached in the first place? Trust me, it’s not difficult.
It feels as though I have been given the chance of coming back to my teenage life after having left it for a few years. Old friends, family, familiar places I have been visiting since young.
Penang is one such place. My father’s hometown.
I spent the past 3 days there with my parents and brother. It truly was just like old times. Us singing to oldies the entire way , making a stop in Ipoh to visit relations, eating way too much, swimming, just living the life.
Do not know why I am surprised that this past 3 days has done more for me than many, many months combined. Being by the ocean and going diving have always been my private version of paradise and what life should be all about. If brave enough, I would gladly abandon the rat race at the drop of a hat to live and work at a beach resort. Why don’t I? Fear, of course. Of not being able to enter back into the bloody race if the need should arise.
Stupid isn’t it? That I should feel so content and happy on the beach, yet not choose that lifestyle?
Surrounded by tons of beautiful bodies, both men and women. Just down to the bare elements. You and the ocean. Nothing more, nothing less.
When we find something that can make us happy, shouldn’t we try hanging onto it with everything we have?
Being Ana is all about doing what you love.
Perhaps this calls for the first assignment on my becoming Ana.
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