We All Wanna Be Somewhere

The last few weeks has been good for reflection. Hunger, restraint, moderation (with the exception of my little buffet excursions, of course) has significantly heightened my senses to the world around me, and where I want to be in this life.

I can honestly say that this year would be the first year I truly and sincerely miss Ramadhan. I miss the quietness of the month, when things hush down to a hum that still moves the world, minus all the unnecessary heartaches. I miss the clarity of thought that only comes when you set boundaries for yourself and focus for one straight month to fight the battles within. I miss that fleeting feeling of total submission when you realise that everything you've done on that day was for Him. I probably didn't do as much as I should have this Ramadhan, but this was the first time in a long time that I have been so at peace.

Yes, at the end of the day, this is what everyday should be like. But Ramadhan is special in that it forces you to address the issues that plague your heart by restraining your thoughts, actions, and desires. I greeted Syawal with apprehension, the little world that I had growned accustomed to last month is gone. As Malaysia celebrates Eid with high death tolls and shameless excesses, I just hope that the spirit of Ramadhan lingers around just a little bit longer...

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