When I was very much younger, I had this vision of how I want my life to be when I grow up. I wanted to build a big big house. And in that big big house would live all the people I like and admire. Friends, cousins, relatives… It didn’t matter, as long as the person is considered “nice” in my books, he or she would be invited to stay together with me in this big big house. I literally had a lot of dreams about this big big house, even down to details like the structure of the house, how the rooms looked, and who is supposed to stay in which wing.
Over the years, I have met and befriended many wonderfully kind and generous people. Whether it is a chance encounter, a brief moment of passing, long-time friends, occasional colleagues, family members, these people have touched my life in so many ways. And in my books, they get to stay in the big big house.
As I grow older, though, I realise the impracticality of having so many people under the same roof, not to mention the logistical nightmare that would ensue. Yet I miss my dreams of the big big house where all the nice people have the opportunity to stay together and to make the world a better place.
You are invited.
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