Monday, September 08, 2008  1:14 AM
Did you?
Do you remember the exact moment when your father first let go of your hand as you stepped onto the escalator, that frightening moving staircase? Or when someone secretly took off the training wheels of your tasselled pink bicycle?
I think I remember them, in the recesses of my memory, although I can't quite pinpoint whether it was reality or part of my imagination that works harder than reality. I'm unabashedly a dreamer, and I've always been. I space out more often than I should, and I've mastered the art of still looking like I'm paying attention to you through training during amath lessons.
I watched as the little boy in the crisp shirt let go of his father's hand, and grinned broadly as he skipped off the escalator while the proud parent watched on.
These days, I like being independent. I crave freedom, and doing exactly what I want at certain moments. And He fills me with such joy that I know the eternal comfort of being watched over and loved, and physical solitude means nothing to me any longer. I went to Baybeats alone, something I would never have done a few years ago, but claimed that decision as one of the best I made this year. Observing the people around me, the eclecticism of it all, the beats droning on in the background, the lead singer of Lucksmiths declaring that everyone should get married that night and the magnificent lights of the skyline before me, there's no feeling like it. It was an innate sense of peace, and happiness that I wouldn't have experienced had I been with another.
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