Flight of the Phoenix

It has been a difficult week. Questions. Decisions. Trials. And tribulations. But life moves on. And so will we. A little lonelier. But a little stronger. Merlin says people like us can never be alone because we care a lot. I think that is precisely why we will be alone. Because we always wonder, if we can care, why cant the others. We ask for too much.

It is strange how I hold on to my old failures and let go of past glories. So easily. No, it has nothing to do with how many there were. Quite a few. Some, everyone can find out about. Many others, I dont talk about at all. What is there to talk about? Once you have succeeded, you need to move on. To the next target. I refuse to define my identity with my past. My identity is what I am today, and maybe a bit of what I am becoming. I find it difficult to understand people who live their whole life being who they were in their pasts.

It is almost 3am and I am painting my nails and typing out this post. I need to wake up at 6 in the morning and catch the flight at 9. I have developed this weird habit of not sleeping, or sleeping very little, before a flight. I slept a couple of hours before my HK flight last month, didnt sleep at all before the Beijing flight and slept for 2 hours before my Phuket flight. Maybe I should hit the sack. After all, I will be in Delhi by noon tomorrow and the family will expect me to be all awake and cheery.

India. 1 week. Long agenda. Fingers crossed.