Almost a month ago, I came back from a weekend trip to a village island near me. How I ended up there on the first place? Well, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to go on a weekend trip there. The place is not exactly a touristy one. Nevertheless, I said ‘yes.’
Life can get blurry at times. We are so engrossed on existing the right way that at times, we forget to actually live. And I am no exception to the rule. It is one thing for a person to exist without the knowledge of doing so, but what about the ones who know they are existing even though they should live? That’s how I feel at times. There are so many things I crave to do in life but sometimes, life’s current is so strong that you get lost in it.
That’s how I felt when my friend came with the offer. Running, running and not stopping to see if i’s in a direction I want to go. Not acknowledging if I need to take a detour or not. Not stopping to catch my breath.
I know how I sound like — just another city-dweller romanticising village life. But do not get me wrong. I love living in a city. I am a city girl through and through. I love the fast pace and anonymity that keeps me occupied.
Interestingly enough, I have an unfinished blog post on why I love city life. Maybe someday I would post it. But not today. Today is a day I want to share one of my musings.
Going away might help me break the pace for a few days. I might have to come back and run again. But that’s alright. All I need right now is a breather.
Life was slow on that village island. I guess that’s the vibe that attracts us city folks (I could make out many there). The scene there is not very happening — but sometimes, that’s all you need. A void of calm, where life is not moving so fast that you feel nauseated.
For those, 3 days, I found myself sitting by the sea, watching as the waves crashed against the shore. The rhythmic sound was soothing, each wave a reminder of the ebb and flow of life itself. As I sat there, lost in thought, the waves reminded me of the balance between the familiar chaos of the city and the serenity of this village escape.
Even as I savoured the tranquillity, I was still a city girl at heart. I thrive on the energy and endless possibilities that the city offers, where each day presents new challenges and opportunities to explore. The anonymity of city life gives me the freedom to be whoever I want and to chase dreams and ambitions without constraint. But this weekend escape reminded me of the importance of balance, of finding moments to step back and breathe. I returned home grateful for the village’s gentle reminder that life doesn’t always have to be a race. It was a brief, yet profound, interlude that enriched my perspective and rekindled my appreciation for both the fast-paced city and the peaceful allure of island life.
NB: I realise this post is more of a personal anecdote than most of my usual content. While I enjoy writing those other posts and plan to continue, I intend to share more of my musings in the future. I cherish this little corner of the internet where I can speak openly and authentically. It feels only right to use it to its fullest potential, embracing the freedom to express my thoughts and reflections without reservation.
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