stumblingtumbling

like how we're defined by the brands we wear, drink, read, eat, and suscribe to, we're also defined by the people interactions with people. or maybe it's just me. i'm a slightly different person per person. it's identity erosion, it's unreal, but it's inescapable. and sometimes this mash of persons in me will mess up. and we're all walking on balance beams: we quaver, and hesitate, and when we finally find our footing we take bigger strides, gain momentum, and move ourselves on. but then sometimes a breeze or step on the beam gets in my way, and i lose my footing. i take a while, retrace steps and then regain momentum. and i break into a run so that it's harder to be affected by the gentle pushes or the world spinning around you

and sometimes i think one has to lose oneself, to find oneself. this is again very Frost (memory fails me as i try to recall the poem's title) but i guess it's something of a reworking of these old ideas. its one reason i don't mind getting lost anywhere in singapore- how often does that happen? and when it does, you know the safety of familiarity is nearby. i take the chance to enjoy the walk