It could be any given Tuesday night, in any given week of any given month in any given year.
Maybe you finished school and thought the day was the longest in forever.
Or went through it successfully dodging something.
Or maybe stood silent or shared in private the realization of some wise counsel.
Or, just maybe, decided to be thankful in all things as they are, as they were, and as they will be.
It's been a long time since I had Sugi Cookies at the old, unrenovated Bedok Corner with the musketeers.
It's been a long time since I sat with my classmates on the couch of a hotel in Manila listening to T.I. on loop.
It's been a long time since I've sat at a desk with a pencil case and prayed for peace before a paper.
It's not been that long since I last thought about why I don't have the option of studying this year.
And it's been about the same time since I last came to terms with knowing what I want now, or wanted, will give way to something more spectacular.
At this minute, I'm thinking of what could have and should have been. Or maybe it was just what I wanted so badly. Too badly, in fact, that has made me all the more unstable in these circumstances.
At this minute, I will remember that the freedom to choose matters more that this. And that I have whispered silently before, and continue to do so in quiet resolution, that I freely give this choice up to the will of One greater than I am.
