a Journey

I want to watch "Click" again. But I don't know if it will still resound as strongly as it did during the times I watched it in Melbourne. I'm afraid of watching it. I don't know why exactly. Maybe it's because I'm afraid of turning into a blubbering mess all over again in the theatre, only to realize that I've to be patient to know what Life is going to bring my way. I don't like waiting -- I usually just tend to get frustrated before I realise that actually, frustration is futile. mind over body, body over mind... and it goes on...

I believe that there is more to Life than a bowl of cornflakes, at the end of the day/chase. But there are 2 paths: one that leads to cornflakes, and another that leads to the pot of gold. Except, the pot of gold isn't really gold, but whatever your heart truly desires. Like a family, friends, trust, love... I guess everyone's rainbow is different. It's all a matter of choosing what you think your rainbow is.

Before I even find my pot of gold, I've to paint my rainbow first.