who?

Whenever i get asked where I’m from? I struggle to form an answer. Do they mean to ask which country your born into? Or which country you consider your home? Before I was barely two, I moved countries, from East Malaysia to Brunei. And since then, it has been that way. Country-hopping? flying in the air is practically like breathing to me. I guess you could consider that being lucky.

But moving countries, switching houses so often took away a big part of me. I don’t remember what it was like to be completely “at home.” They say you leave bits of you behind when you let go.I’m a balance of in betweens because that’s how my life has always been. A balance of emotions and logic. A balance of needs and desires.

Who am I?

Being young, I still struggle to find where my place is in this world. I want to find happiness, pure happiness. Not necessary in someone else but in me. What i really would like to do is to travel the world, experience the good as well as the bad, inspire and be inspired, to fall in love and fall out of love but eventually, to find happiness. pure true happiness.

And I think the beauty of life is that it isn’t definite. It is not absolute. The answers aren’t in the back of the life book. There is no specific formula. The pages aren’t written out for you. Your path isn’t determined. Destiny and fate may play a hand but it is ultimately your choice to determine how your life goes.

Hopefully someday, I would have an answer to that question. But at the same time, i hope not. Because the pursuit itself is a big part of what makes me, me. And I would like to believe that who I am isn’t absolute.

Oh, I’m female : )

Last updated: 22nd July 2008