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Get Up, and Try Again.


They say you ought to live amongst the bright lights at least once in your life. You know, those that never go out, no matter night or day. I can testify to that. I see the same ones when I wake, and they accompany me until I go home.  It’s as if they’re trying to make me feel less lonely after a long day.

And I’ve been having tons of long, long days. Those that would only leave me when my head hits the pillow filled with dreamless nights, and greet me again when I bat my eyelids for the first time the next morning.


But it’s not always so dreary.  In fact, living in the city can be quite exciting. I learn what it’s like to have guests in my house.  And making my house a home. With a dear friend who has been my partner-in-crime, the burst of energy that complements the melancholic cloud that hangs above my head, my confidant. One would cook, and the other washes. One would plant, and the other would harvest. It’s a strange symbiosis that is working well so far. And it’s nice to have someone who constantly reminds you to get your butt up before all the good food becomes bad food.

Of course, sometimes we’re not always nice to each other. That’s what the city does to you – it absorbs all that energy you have throughout the day and leaves you with very little social skills by the time you get home. You say a short “Hey” to one another, go to your rooms, and the bed becomes your sanctuary.  We don’t take it personally though – if we want to survive those bright lights – we can’t.


It’s ironic that it is in the city that I decide to learn to be more self-sustainable. I’d experiment in the kitchen from time to time (or as my housemate says, “She’s got those shorts on!”), and I’m testing how green my thumbs can get. So far, no one nor any plants have died yet, although my Italian parsley is currently just hanging in there.

We’re not getting pets anytime soon – we’ve got commitment issues.



I’m still not sure if city life is for me. Some days I miss the slow, laid back pace back in my previous place.  Where I actually knew my neighbours and parking was free. I wish I had taken advantage of all that more. Now, we worry if the cheap parking areas in the heart of the city would soon close down to make way for even more concrete slabs, and until today, I’ve not seen the person who lives right next door to us.

But these bright lights will make us stronger. They’ll test us, push us, and make weekday mornings our greatest enemies. But they will also pamper us, drive us, and make weekends our best friends. We learn to empathize those who live the same routine as us, and we inspire to become like those who don’t.  These are what shape daydreams, hope, and a sense of gratitude.


It’s the morning. Your alarm beats the sun and you wonder why you do this for. You don’t answer, you just take a deep breath and push yourself up. Because you’re alive, and you respect the next 24 hours given to you. Sometimes they’re great, and sometimes you wish time would speed on by. But either way, you know every second is worth it.

You get up, and you try again.

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