…where retro and heritage are the new cool.
Has it been a year? Some photos I casually snapped using Olympus (then), on a 2-day-1-night adventure with the white car we hired from Penang Airport, which faithfully brought us to the many amazing places.
I’m sure there are more photos, lying somewhere in my old Samsung phone. That night in the neighbourhood pub, more lights of this beautiful island, and all that food adventures…
The city, sparkles.
Nelson Mandela recited Invictus (Latin for “unconquered”), the iconic poem written in 1875 by English poet William Ernest Henley, to his fellow prisoners, empowering all with its message of self-mastery.
This poem has empowered me today, I believe I am the master of my fate and the captain of my soul.
Welcome, a nod against all odds, life of little panache, challenges of ambiguity,
and an experience I shall treasure.
“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my Unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.”
William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)
“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,”
the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.
And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams.”
-The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
the most amazing part about turning 25, is the precious time spent with amazing people in my life and for knowing that i’m loved.
truly, madly, deeply, thank you.
and am i going to hurtle into this odyssey, to test the limits of my willpower.
anyhow i have nothing to lose. at the age of twenty four.
“All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways.” ― Yan Martel, Life of Pi
taipei city, how i’ve missed you dearly.