Me

I just had my long overdue alone time. It's been ages since I last detached myself from the world, free from phone calls, work and errands. I remember, I used to do this a lot in the university when everything seems to fall apart. I also remember the times when I would pack up and decide to go out of town or climb a mountain or take a public transport without a clue where I'm headed. I even spend a day in a Jesuit cemetery just to get my fix of that moment when I can be with me and myself.

It is quite different now. It does not feel right. I have a wife and kids whom I cannot cut-off from, pull the communication plug that binds me with them just like that. The moment is also different now. I used to bask in the comfort of peace and quiet that my alone time brings me. Now it seems uncomfortable and deafening. I used to be a good companion to myself. Now there seems to be a bit tension. Or is it lack of familiarity?

I thought that with my alone time, I will find refuge from the hurly burly life. Now I am not sure. Where can I find peace and quiet? Now I do not know...