on moving out, moving in, moving on and beautiful beginnings

there is beauty in movement. it is a far cry from a sedentary lifestyle which i don't have plans of having anytime soon. it flickers change and new hopes. it offers unexplored possibilities and unknown realities. it, too, can bring failure of expectations. but that doesn't mean that starting anew is not worth it.

the act of moving may be something that you willed to happen. sometimes it's fate that pushed you to do so, even when you think you're one day short of being ready.

either way, life will give you reasons to move out -- an ending house-rent contract, the uncertainty of work, housemates' change of plans. things you'll only fully understand when you're overseas, working far away from home.

it rocks your smooth-sailing boat. it gives nuisances and a whole lot of discomfort. stuffing your luggage and emptying your closet is tedious. in the process, you'll find unnecessary items and even irrelevant photographs that you dismissed long ago. you'll have a small quick fight with yourself whether you'll set them straight to the open box meant for that exact purpose -- decluttering. or bring them along with you. what for, you say. surely you don't expect them to be relevant and necessary in the future, do you? so off to the thrash box they all go.

and you're down to the essentials. to things that matter.