"Happiness is a Butterfly which, when pursued is just beyond your grasp... but if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."

- Nathaniel Hawthorne, novelist.

Incubator

I remember a day when I was in primary school, the school had organized an outing to the SeaWorld and I still felt the excitement on the night before. I put out my best outfit from my wardrobe, a little dress my mom gave me the previous week, combed my hair and hoped that it will not rain the next day that I will not be able to see the fishes. I remember running around with my best friends, my carefully put up hair already messy from all the queuing. I remember the salty snacks and the oversweet soda drinks. The instructions to stay close to our buddy for the day. The meeting point. The threat of not falling into the water in the petting pool.

I remember the awe when I stood on the beginning to the tunnel, with thick glass above me and around me. A blue wonder where fishes swam and shells slept. I remember looking up until my neck was stiff. There was too much happening, too much to see. It felt like an incubator, where one rests and learns from everything that is taking place all around, everywhere, all the time.

I feel like I am in one now. I do not know where it will take me, what I will be once I step out. I just feel in awe every day. So many moments, so little time, so much to tell but too much to write.