| No name | I have been reminded by a friend to "keep my eyes open" and at that moment it occurred to me of how I've been doing just the total opposite in the recent months. It is so easy to live life but not really living it. How easy it is to be trapped into the routines of life. How easy it is to forget who u are and get lost in a blink of an eye because I forget to stop. breathe. look. feel. Stepping back, I find myself occupied by books, going to work, taking the bus, and doing it all over every single day since the beginning of september. I've become a machine in the making.

Which, brings me to this book I've read by Betty Friedan which talks about "the problem that had no name" - the feminine mystique. Though I am not the image of what Friedan describes as a suburban housewife, engrossed into the routines of making dinners, ironing shirts, cleaning the house - I am beginning to feel like I've sucked myself into this invisible force defined by society - finish my degree. get a job. get married. Somewhere in between, I have forgotten what it is that I am looking for. Those eyes behind the lens has lost its personality. its focus. Like what Friedan says, "she sometimes felt a longing for something more" - I do not know what it is but that's why I need to remind myself to keep my eyes open. take time. and feel.

I remember looking through my bedroom window and seeing this. The possibilities the day brings, the limitless colours that surprises me.