Daily Diary

Dear Diary,

Feels like I’ve been giving up on my dreams recently. Or I have never really had dreams at all. Because with every single day that passes, I think the flame of becoming a writer keeps fading or maybe it just wasn’t ever really there. For a long time, I have gambled with who or what I’d love to become and every new month, season or year comes with ideas of what I have to do or who I need to become. But the one true gift I have is with words — am I cut out for that world though?

I joined a francophone choir yesterday and for once in a longtime, I feel relieved that the decisions of the choir don’t rely on me — here, I am just an ordinary chorister who can concentrate on learning and becoming better. The good or bad thing about leadership is that you get to be at the forefront of every single task or at least, be the supervisor. With following, you listen to what the boss has to say and implement accordingly. And I am happy that recently, all I need to do is to follow.

CHRONICLE 26

He burnt the book

In which was written the story

Of how his life was supposed to be.

Burnt the book

That was supposed to define him.

And with a glass in hand

Raised to the sky

He said “Cheers to new beginnings”

Dear Diary, keep my thoughts as secret as news can be…