Leaving

Perhaps it is one thing that is making me very happy this past month. Sleeping on the floor below Jana, with a towel that she has specially laid for me, I have a dream that keeps coming back. It is the one with the O/A Levels and I do not study for my Geography/ History/ Economics/ Literature and I'm sweating in my proverbial panties. But that is over now. I have left that frightful space, I have left the days of being a cadet in CDA, and I have left Jurong Fire Station. This is very important - I'm no longer stuck in whatever I have to be doing. For now, I'm in a place and time entirely of my own volition. I'm no longer the left but the leaving. I have a choice of going, staying or returning. Like the day I got my driving licence, there is an inexorable feeling that I'm no longer The Driven. NOW! It is my purpose that propels me, my destiny to fulfil. On a train in the middle of nowhere on this Southern continent is where the adventure is final, the road is the destination and life is at the ends of the world.