Well..I was suggested to update this blog, with whatever things/events that happened to me once per day, which I thought was worthy enough for reasons to keep on living, or things/events that…let’s say..made my day.
Yesterday’s event (the Autism conversation at the cinema) was an easy one. Such events..occured, on a rarely basis to me.
Whereas..today, is just like any other day. Mundane, stereotypical, anhedonic. I just..couldn’t care at all for whatever’s going on around me. I was, lifeless.
So as I approached midnight, 2357H to be exact, there I was, sitting alone in my car. My Spotify, tuned to the playlist “Baling Belakang” (Throwback), suddenly played the song Mr Brightside.
So i grabbed my Ukulele that was sitting on the next seat, and instantly got into the rhythm.
There I was, the highlight of my day. Sitting alone in the car, parked at the front porch of my rented room, listening and strumming my Ukulele to the rhythm of Mr. Brightside.
So why Mr. Brightside?
It was a song i first heard 13 years ago, in 2005. It was an important year, because it was the year I sat for my SPM examination. It was the year of pride and glory because I’ve had so many achievements that year. I rocked my trial and SPM, scored the scholarship, emerged as the best student, and for the first time in my life I felt like I have made my parents proud of me.
It was the year i literally thought I could become whatever I wanted to be.
But here I am, 13 years later, with no accomplishments and fulls of shits and disappointment.
“Destiny is calling me.”