In Singapore, the sun is never kind. Baked under its full glory, one could hardly see what lies ahead.
My future… is like the sun. I know that it will always be there, but I could never be sure what it really is like. Of course, it wouldn’t be fun if I know what I’ll be like in the future. Maybe that’s why the future can be as blinding as the sun.
For now, all I could do is to look at the clues left behind by the future, just like how the shadows were born from the rays of light. I’ll look into my heart, gaze afar and walk ahead.
Suntec City Convention Hall, Singapore