There is this strange happiness in being lost in your own world. I don't think I ever felt better today compared to the whole week as I was walking down Orchard road by myself, oblivious of the crowd, listening to music. The sense of freedom of being by yourself, the feeling of truly being yourself. I didn't have to concentrate on anyone else or make idle talk. Free to think about myself, free to look around and appreciate the sights better. I could do whatever I pleased, rather than wait around for people to decide where they wanted to go, or where they wanted to do.
Of course, eventually, the novelty of being alone wears off, and everywhere you see people together, and there you are, by yourself, lost in your own silly world with no one to share it with.
Well, that and the bustling crowds that walk slowly made my day less than perfect.
But otherwise, it was pretty nice walking around alone today. Haha, I realised that soul-searching doesn't have to occur somewhere remote...
