On Walking Alone.

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Have you ever felt that you were in a room full of people but somehow am alone?

Attended the national day reception at the Singapore High Commission in London today. It was a good event, we got to sing the national anthem and say the pledge, something which I have not done for a long long time and even a lovely Singaporean style buffet which I enjoyed greatly (though cause I’m watching my weight for the comp I didn’t eat that much).

However it just seemed that every other attendee were either scholars, bankers, traders or other social/business elites. Don’t get me wrong, they’re brilliant and friendly people, but somehow I just felt that it wasn’t a world that I belonged to any more.

All the talk about work and work/life balance, how many Chanel bags were in the room and such just didn’t quite cut it for me.

I find myself more in tune with the artist, the performer, the dreamer, the athlete. People who lived their lives based on their own rules, who believe that there is no such thing as work/life balance, because work is your life and if you find a job you love, then you’ll never have to work a day in your life.

But such people are rare and walking this road means that more often that not, you’re on a lonely path leading to the unknown.

I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known

Don’t know where it goes

But it’s only me to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street

On the boulevard of broken dreams.

But we are not alone.

We’re from the same tribe you and me.

We’re dreamers who live.

So let’s keep on walking.