Today I realized yet again that a surefire way for me to find meaning in anything is to make art out of it. I fundamentally believe that meaning is created, that we possess the power to choose what to believe in, what to cherish, what to find beautiful. Some moments of art and of meaning for me in Singapore:
A layover in Frankfurt, Germany and arriving in Singapore’s Changi Airport
Strangely, I actually love being in transit. And whenever I am for long periods of time, I’m reminded of this quote:
“… this was where I felt most safe–on a moving vehicle, moving toward some destination but not quite there.”
- A novel I read in high school, Caucasia by Danzy Senna
Singapore Botanical Gardens
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”
– The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
If I lived in Singapore, this is where I would take my wedding photos.
Two weeks ago, I met a guy at a marketing event who told me that when he backpacked Southeast Asia, he lost weight because the heat caused him to sweat it all out. I’m not sure he was doing it right:
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(Resisting Shopping at) Orchard Road
A View of the City from the Marina Bay Sands Hotel
“Anybody who knows Jim likes him very much, but it was in that conversation, when the infinitely deep well of love the man had within himself was revealed, that he became more than a partner in projects to me, more than a friend, even. I hated that it took pain to open the curtain revealing the man’s heart, but it did and it does. We don’t know how much we are capable of loving until the people we love are being taken away, until a beautiful story is ending. The hotel room I was in was high and looked down on Boston. I glanced over and thought about all the people in that city and knew, perhaps, the most human of human beings within twenty miles was sitting across from me.”
And the best part:
Seeing familiar faces in unfamiliar places.