Intricate art of gratitude
Crew
Originally uploaded by devan78. As someone who quite aptly put it when I mentioned that I have an amazing group of friends in this party town, “they didn’t have to invite you to the next party but they did”.
Indeed.
Perhaps the silver lining that came out of this perceived personal tragedy is the rebuilding of friendships over the last 3 weeks. Admittedly I have neglected my crew in Hong Kong for the better part of the last 6 months and yet they took me back the moment they found out. Every one of them. And the new people that I have gotten to know, I am thankful for them too.
Besides getting inebriated for most part, they have unselfishly relived and shared their own pain to assure me that I’d be alright. The hugs and kisses were showered upon me generously every step of the way. Even their living spaces were mine till fatigue overcomes my thoughts and I can head home and fall into unconsciousness.
There are times when I look at my peeps and see us scaring away all potentials and talents. We are intimidating; you either love us or hate us (evident in Lantau this past weekend). And the way we are with one another, immediate thought - orgy. I wouldn’t trade them for the world for drunkenness and jokes aside they will come through when you need them to.
Honestly though, there is an opportunity cost to being us. I am sure the boys have lost tails because of us girls and vice versa. I shan’t delve into details for privacy sake.
Spoke to Ben and came to an agreement that nothing (besides maybe eventually proving or disproving an urban legend - yeah right) is going to happen between us. You know how it is; when you miss that moment, there’s no going back. Humor is his defense mechanism and I never did thank him for his continuous effort in goofing around because he didn’t know what else to do to make me feel better. Neither did I thank him for forgiving me when I had doubted his intentions. And there’s Ken who had, despite having his own issues, stayed with me and cuddled me to sleep during the long weekend and is still able to stop my tears with his hugs. And making me feel a million dollars flirting with me in public even though we both know it’s such a big joke.
Some newer faces in my life have been fabulous finds. Like a certain girl who has an oddly calming effect in her touch. There was so much story in that flick of her wrist as she ran her hand down my head. By that I mean life experiences, all the joy and sadness; love and hurt. Like a certain boy who made me smile my first real smile in weeks by just being a boy. Lol.
So today I shall take time out to give thanks and practice the intricacies of being grateful for the little things in life.Sorry for crying wolf...
Old habits die hard, so fuck it.
Life is like a rollercoaster ride. Whether you like it or not, you can’t get off once you’re on it till it’s over. The ups and downs; twists and turns are what define a good ride. When it bottoms out, there is no where else to go but up. You collect the thrills and screams. The best thing about it is having someone beside you to hold your hand and let you know that you’re safe.
I am back. Even without someone to hold my hand.