On Making that Flight Home

"Home is where you belong. When you don't seem like you belong, or when you feel like you're lost and you just don't know what to do, come home. We're always here for you."
Those are the words that Mum told me when she asked me to go home last week. It was however, not the usual tone of concern and care, it was forceful, strong and stern.
"Come home." "We want you back." And it felt like, "You MUST come home. This is an ORDER." "You must not stay in Kuala Lumpur."

That was why, for the whole weekend, if they'd only know, how resistant I felt about this flight home. If only they could see, how carefree I was when I was away with some close friends, it seemed like I was in some place away from this samsara. How peaceful and serene and I was really relaxed, despite all those pain and heartbreak that caused the shed of tears. Numerous tears.

But I guess, parents can only do what they do best...

And so here I am, blogging in the airport while waiting for my flight home. I will not update until next Saturday. There's no connection at home, and I don't feel like blogging using the common computer. But otherwise, should Saturday arrive and I still have no updated anything, then perhaps, I have decided to let go and give up. Having said that, I would like to appologize if I haven't been visiting any of your blogs who've been reading mine. But I promise I would when I'm up and running.

So maybe, this is what this flight is all about. The confrontation. The ultimate confrontation.

Have a blessed week everyone. Om Mani Padme Hum.