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there is comfort in silently walking alone in one of my favorite parts of singapore. i have walked this route more than four times this week yet i know that one day i will want to live here. when i am old and frail and my hands turn into my grandmother’s, i will walk (slower (much slower than before)) down this same route, past three traffic lights, with the night breeze against my skin, and still feel at ease with this place. that even in solitude this place does not make you feel alone. i walked past a mother holding her son’s hand and an old man on a bicycle. we exchange smiles and this was what i discovered today. that i do enjoy the company of myself at times like this. singing pumped up kicks but not too loudly out loud while walking, pausing every now and then to take photographs, having cheap thrills by catching 13 on the traffic light. that times like this make me realize life is more than getting straight A’s; that sometimes you just need to take a walk and feel the wind dance around your hair and know that in the end this is how everything ends up. we grow old and then we die. one day i want to travel around the world alone and just walk down the streets of [name of country] and know that there is more to life outside singapore

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