I can’t remember when I began to enjoy moments of loneliness. I guess the better word is “tranquility” where it is simply “me” surrounded by the world, either material or immaterial, either human or no-human.
- Being alone facing challenge and roadblock or a 3-way street, all of which there is no u-turn
- Being alone while remaining hopeful for a better tomorrow
- Being alone in each early morning when everything else is quiet and time is almost standing still.
I recalled walking quite distance in Santa Cruz and Pomona. Lots of thoughts passed by my eyes as if I am driving through memory lanes and I was looking out of the car windows. Every click of the shutter brought me joy, yet All I saw was sadness.