It's 2.22am in the morning. Just came back from my walk. It's drizzling out there, and a little windy.

All of a sudden, I had this sensation that I don't know this place at all. I don't know nature, I don't know nothing. It seemed like I was in foreign land.

I happened to chance by a solid movie during my study break time, "I dream about Africa, a true story", about a lady who gave her life dedicating to protecting animals in Africa from being poached. It intrigues me, as I witness the life that an activist lives. Tough, challenging, full of uncertainty, danger, but yet fulfilled. She lived on a heighten state every single moment, for nature lives no mercy, and takes away her loved ones.

Alone sometimes, yet free. Lonely, yet with nature as her playing field.

I began to wonder..

A life of luxury, prosperity, abundance, wealth,

or

a life of ruggedness, simplicity, hardship, but making my voice heard.

or both?

Thanks Dennet and Kelveen for walking along me, I saw further as I stood on your shoulders.

By the way, Dennet, Journal your experiences lah, We want to know what's going on with you too.

Love,
CL