Home

I've come to realise that being at home on a Sunday is not that bad after all. After enlisting in Dec last year, i've come to reinforce a notion in my mind that Sunday is precious and shouldn't be wasted idling at home.


But i realise recently that this is a wrong idea indeed. And true to what i've realised so far, going out every weekend has only fatigued me. As i put on my shoes and prepare to move out for my book in every Sunday night, invariably i'll feel that my weekend has been wasted even though i intended my weekend not to be wasted in every sense.


Stayin at home somehow let me feel that time is passing slower than usual. Its passing is more pronounced and i appreciably experience the joy and satisfaction of having time slip slowly through my fingers as i relax my mind and body.


I finally understand what it feels like to be in a sanctuary. To feel the warmth and the sheltered feeling in one's home. It's good to be home...