Dim Sum for my Best Friend

So its been a crazy few months at work .
I havent seen daylight for days together ..only in the car to work I guess.
I think your story more or less mirrors mine ...
So are we slowly creating our own chicken and egg syndrome

Does Life give us a moment to breathe ..or do we give it a moment ?

Last night I didnt get home until seriously late at night ..and in what has become a strangely comforting nocturnal routine ..
i just turned the lights off and sat on my bed watching cars on nelson mandela road and the planes land .
I was thinking to myself how many battles the next day would bring ..mostly with my own self .
I remember a long time ago ...close to over 5 years now that I was in North Carolina one december ..while
it snowed ..I was cooking . Making Pulao . It was one of those moments thats haunted me so often in the days later .
I remember thinking that this was enough . That I couldnt think of how much better life could get .
Until it all went downhill and got worse :)

..and now ...foolishly romantic about life I still am ...but this time round it seems like instead of the knight wearing the armor of steel ..I am
Still waiting for him though :) ..but well guarded if one might say . But then again like I;ve learnt that most walls only bind you in ..
the rest of the world comes in any which way .

Everytime Life handed us a hard hand ..instead of packing we played it . We crashed and burnt over and over ..but the game still went on
And then we rose from those very ashes to create a place ..inside our minds anyhow ..where it was all safe . Where we could
reconnect and recharge ..reinvent maybe ?

Until silent crys beckoned and by our own devious creations ...we went back to the battle lines again ...to feel the wind in our hair
and the wild beating of our hearts as we wandered into the unknown and unchartered ...and the smile on our face
only free men can feel at the start of a journey whose outcome is unknown .

But we were lucky . we had some very good experiences along the way ..the good times outweighed the bad times and like the last oar on a sometimes sinking ship ..we always had each other .

And if at all I had to chose one thing to thank for in this wild ride of 27 years worth of triumph ..identity crises ..heart breaks ..
accomplishments , disappointments , challenges and comforts ..its You .
Thank you for being the rock that you are , for holding my hand and sometimes waving it ..sometimes squeezing it and sometimes beating it ...but mostly ..for never letting go .

You will always be my lobster !

Thank God I have Enough .

Kau