I woke up at 10 and realised it was raining outside. I’m obsessed with the pond next to my society. It used to be barren land, but due to continuous rain, water now flows like a river. Sometimes, there’s a duck in the pond. I wonder why I like this pond. In some way, it’s my life, I guess. I was feeling pretty dead for a long time, and then I found new hope through travelling. I am full of life now. That duck is my spirit animal. Travelling is my way of rebellion; rebellion against the way I was brought up; to settle, to follow the crowd, to run the race. I’m not saying I’m not in the race. I’m running the race too, but just in the opposite direction.
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