Three years ago…

…something happened. In the spirit of being cryptic (from which I derive so much pleasure), let’s just say I ended my friendship with person X, who shall remain anonymous. The relationship headed to a point of no return, triggered by a silly statement on my part, which in turn was buoyed by my constant denial on some issues. (I know, it is confusing)

My point is, I was devastated at that time, so much that nothing in life seemed to matter to me. It was the “middle ages” of my life, where I would readily declare that “life sucks”, where I adrift in the sea of meaninglessness, unable to find a direction to move on.

Decisions

I made a couple of big decisions today. “Big” enough that they could potentially alter the subsequent course of my life.

My mechanism of arriving at a decision baffled me so much that a dissection of this intriguing process seemed to be timely. To me, making decisions was never the long, arduous process of “soul-searching” or meditating under a tree anticipating for that very epiphany. It was almost intuitive and spontaneous. Just as I rose from my bed at 3am today, a time which I should be sound asleep yet could not, knowing that there were some major decisions to be made. Minutes later, someway, somehow, as simple as snapping my fingers, I decided on something.

The Past 8, the Future 9

In 2008, I:

1. Played on a Steinway & Sons Model D Concert Grand Piano in the house of the 573rd richest person on earth. Bill Evans’ Very Early was the first song I played on that 8′11-feet baby.

2. Played in an orchestra for the first time

3. Drew my sister and the Portrait of Mona Lisa