Down The Road Less Travelled

It was a dark and stormy night, but that was not today.
I get off the bus, hardly looking forward to the perilous and ominous journey home. The moment I depart the comfort and peace of my aforementioned mode of transport, I realise something different. The air is dry and cool, not to mention saturated with the occasional gust of wind. My pace slows down. Cars rush by, quick as ever, only to get stopped by the traffic light. The green man bids me hello, and I return the greeting. Behind me I hear the wind grabbing reality and making a break for it. I smile. For once I don't look back, because the journey to come beckons me more. I see a man taking his dog for a run. I am inspired to do the same, but my memory reminds me of my lack of a canine companion. I watch the glow of the afternoon subside as i walk. I see my destination around the bend. My tired legs gain energy from where ever energy comes from, probably mc squared or something, and they take me forward. Just before my destination, a path catches my eye. I wonder why. It tells me why by showing me.



I think that maybe I should sit right here for half an hour. But I decide against it. Such seats were built for those who need them. I see more joggers, covering hundreds of centimeters in a single stride. Surely we don't always have to be going somewhere?



Such is the view from here, but there is no one here to enjoy it. Maybe I am. But that is all. I decide to take the view with me for you. Maybe you'll enjoy it to.



I look down. I see life.



And I think of the life to come.


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

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The Night Life



Cars fly by so swiftly
On wings of wheels,
Carrying those who want to go
Somewhere,
Anywhere,
Other than here.
None will stop,
None pull over.
Not now,
Not ever.
Even if I were to wave
Frantically at them as they came,
They would not stop.
Am I to blame?
Their bright lights catch my eye,
Leaving me blinded in their wake.
Oh yes
Bright lights guide your way,
But as to what,
That person did not say.
Maybe they lead home,
Maybe Rome,
But come the end
It's here I'll stay.

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The Predicament



Surely life isn't all green grass and plush cushions. You know that period of time when the stuff you used to slide on runs out, and you just can't go forward? You could hide, definitely, but for all you know you might just have some guy stepping on you the whole time. We know ignorance is bliss, but whose ignorance are we talking about now?
So you reached the end of your home territory, and you touch on the unknown. It's a cold hard surface, that's for sure. Who knows what people or problems you might face? With every new environment comes new fears, comes new suspicions, new dangers.
You met with a predicament. You're stuck. You rely on the goodwill and hopefully upright moral stature of those around you to just get by the day. You don't want to move. What if they spot you. What if they didn't. That might come to a painful end too wouldn't it?

Time sure flies when you're having fun, but other than that, it's a snail's pace, an unending race, and reliance on grace. Hmm. Don't snails have the worst lives?

Metaphorically speaking of course.

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From The Outside Looking In



Maybe this glass marble is feeling half-full, maybe it's half-empty. But perspectives don't matter when either way you end up falling short of feeling any close to full.
Maybe you disagree. Maybe you feel like this is the inside looking out. Who knows? After all the grass is always greener on the other side, or so they say.

If only things were as simple as a bunch of differently coloured and positioned marbles, maybe the world would have a lot less frustrated people.

Neon



She's always buzzing just like
Neon, neon
Neon, neon
Who knows how long, how long, how long
She can go before she burns away

Thank you John Mayer, for I couldn't think of much else to say about this conceptual picture.
If you had managed to guess what this was, you're pretty good... Things just don't look the same when you look at them under a different light don't they?

The Simplest Substance



What if we could be,
Much more than what we're made of,
Just by our actions

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These Roads Don't Lead Anywhere



A long stretch oh yes,
Going no further than
Where we take ourselves.
A long stretch oh yes,
Undergoing more than
What we bargained for.
A long stretch oh yes,
When we lose our way
On a one way street.
A long stretch oh yes,
How we reach the end
And find nothing at all.

Fields Of Green



It's not often you get an open uninterrupted view as such, and definitely a breath of fresh air to breathe fresh air for once. Not many spot what's so amazing about such a view, but only because the whole point is not to focus on anything, but rather to enjoy the view in it's entirety. You might think I'm flipping mad, but try it someday. The view from there just might astound you.

Line The Way



Trees line the paths we
walk, providing shade that's oh
so appreciated

Serenity Falls



Despite how much one could obsess over how great something is, it doesn't take a hard boiled egg to know that there's always a less than fine side to it all. These photos came from a huge field, spanning about almost the distance from one mrt to the other. Compound that with it's blooming flora and picturesque look, you have one empty patch that sticks out of its surroundings like a bald patch sticks out (well, not really sticks out) on a man's head. Took me some time and an unwelcome shock before I realised anything. Actually, an unwelcome shock just helps sum up my almost tripping on a half-broken grave stone, except leaving out all the grisly details and my apparent idiocy.

Sometimes such realisations, bad as they are, are better off left as surprises. At least for half a day I believed that perhaps there was still something pure, untouched and perfect left in this mangled up world. At least for a few hours I believed once again that there might actually be more great finds that the world has not yet capitalised on. At least for a few minutes I believed that such stunning simplicity still existed in such a magnificent way. At least for a few seconds I believed.

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Music, my solace



There's something about compelling lyrics, breathtaking melodies, chugging power chords and unforgettable riffs that just can't be replaced by anything else.

And yes, the background is supposed to look like that.

The pride and joy of some



So now you know. Quite the landmark isn't it?

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A Hat Full Of Sky

Some days cannot be categorised as having a specific mood. A 'happy' day reminds you of bubblegum and candy coloured balloons, which isn't always the case. A 'sad' day brings to mind images of dark and gloomy skies, which i have actually come to quite like. A 'complicated' or 'okay' day would have you sent to your room for trying to be funny and not answering the question properly. Sadly those days are usually the kind of days you get. Trying to explain it wouldn't do the day justice. But since pictures paint a thousand words, they might do a better job. I put up three though, just for good measure.







The beauty of the sky is in its change, or so I've just found out. Each of its different looks amidst the many you could find will leave an impression on you unlike the other. What most consider to be glaring sun in the afternoon melts away and gives rise to a sunset most would pay four whole dollars for a postcard of. Maybe these pictures didn't exactly motivate you to want to spend four dollars, but I hope they proved a point.

Look up. No, it's not a bird, nor a plane nor the twister, but there lies a view that's worthy to behold.

Now look ahead.

Now go.

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Silhouette



Everyday we pass new people, we meet new faces. Some of these become people we know. Some of these people we know become people we know well. Sadly, that's where it ends. In this world of residual recognitions and hellogoodbyes, who really knows what sort of impression really lasts. It must be awkward travelling through the boundlessness of space on an oversized rock at speeds of 1 orbital/365 days with a bunch of people you don't really know. Who would have thought that the faces of some could tell so much less than their retreating backs. A faceless world. A world of strangers. A world of silhouettes.

Before you start riding on such undertones of depression though, realise that it's not something that can't be helped, and Sherwood put it best.

All of the ways that I have tried to understand,
Have taken me further from the place that I had planned,
And maybe the reason I have strayed so far from home,
Is I have insisted upon traveling alone.

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Welcome to this space, where the world looks like it doesn't. This site is dedicated to those who want to see beyond what they think they do, as well as to those who wanted to see this happen. I apologise for the quality of the pictures, but if you feel strongly against such, then let me introduce you to my get-a-nice-camera fund...

Anticipate



It's amazing how as we progress through life, the things that used to make us anticipate and look forward to with all eagerness slowly cease to do the same magic that they used to. Familiarity need not breed contempt, but it sure does propagate dissastisfaction. Maybe the key to making the magic last is to constantly look forward to it, and to take it as it is - in its beauty. The more you analyse it and scrutinise it though, the more you reveal to yourself for the trick that it is. Why not beat dissastisfaction at its own game by scrutinising it, and realising that it's a trick in itself.

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