This was what my good friend Juan told me recently. 'What a beautiful sentence' was my immediate thought. Since then, I haven't stopped thinking about it. Is this really true? Are there any exceptions? What qualifies as reminders of mortality? How do different individuals experience it? What even is the human spirit, if there is such a thing? The 21st century urbanophile too often interprets spirtuality as religion. They are fundamentally different, although they can intersect. Religion prescribes rules and laws, and are usually dogmatic (albeit with varying degrees). Spirituality is about seeking out what it means to be human again (there are many different arguments, but this is what I see it as). And a spiritual individual is able to internalise their feelings. We can't necessarily control how our feelings arise, but we can try be in touch with them and choose how we react to these feelings. Just earlier this morning, I went for a walk in Macritchie. It was...
How do I describe what this feel like? Bit of nostalgia, a tinge of sadness, some bittersweetness, some joy. And some physical fatigue. But I feel pretty good overall. It's been a while since I've felt something like this. Two good friends of mine came over from the UK to visit Singapore for the past few days. Silly, funny, happy moments ensued. But amid all these laughter, the deep convos hit hard. It's made me realise how much I've missed having different persepectives on life, and learning about random things. There's no expectation of talking about anything specific, or having to necessarily be doing something. They remind me that life can be simple sometimes. Good food, good weather, with the right company. Work seems so far away from it all. The meaning of life doesn't always have to be about achieving big things. At the end of the day, we're all just dependent on our social relationships to keep us sane and healthy in this age of division. You can...