When is yours? In any matter.
This morning, after a night of awful dreams and fail-full hopes, I was showered by a random fear, which I’m still trying to find out where it came from.
Strangely enough, the “fear” reminds me my first day in Singapore, alone.
And I started reminiscing all my “first times”.
I took the longest path to my office this morning, as if that was my first time.
I did my job with excitement, as if that was my first job.
and I even start talking to some people as if that was my first time meeting them.
Now I’m looking for my second time.
~Mind