The Forgotten

Being the jobless person I am just recently, I have a lot of time nowadays to surf the internet.

Today I was going through my Facebook updates, and saw that Eunice wrote that 'she's been forgotten'. Immediately I thought about Jade, because she has written that exact same sentence in May, before we left for our Sipadan scuba/free-diving trip.

I thought about it for a while, before coming to the (obvious) conclusion that a person is never forgotten, at least not while he's still alive. There will always be someone who will think about you, wondering if you're well, worrying about your safety.

Be it your mother, father, sister, brother, or a friend who you'd never think will be there for you, someone's always thinking about you.

Of course, I understand that people write those updates on Facebook for dramatic effect (mostly). I'm just writing my thoughts about the matter, so please don't be offended or feel the need to argue with me.

I myself wouldn't mind being forgotten from time to time. Then I'd be able to do what I really want. You know how sometimes you just want to be alone and enjoy the quiet, and you can't because you're in the middle of a bustling city, where everyone is talking or doing something? I'd like to leave that behind.

That's why I go on the weekend trips to Tioman or Dayang/Aur. Of course I go for the diving, but mostly for the peace, though it isn't always the case. I like it when things are taken slow. I don't like it how life is so rushed. What are we rushing for?

When I'm on Dayang especially, I love to just abandon everyone after dinner and go lie in the sand just above the drift line.

I would lie down and look up at the beautiful starry night sky. I would play with the fine white sand, letting it flow between my fingers. I would hear the waves crash gently on the beach, and take in the fresh scent of the sea. Time almost seems to stop for me, almost as if to say that I could have the moment for ever and ever.

I never thought I would be able to enjoy such a simple thing. In the past, I never understood when people said they enjoy the simpler things in life. Nowadays, I feel like I'm beginning to appreciate those things. And it's a lovely feeling.

Like when I freedive by myself (sorry Jade, I know I shouldn't), I feel so free. Things slow down. It becomes so peaceful, and it's so different. All of a sudden, you hear the sounds of the ocean you've never heard before. It's like the ocean begins to talk to you. The fish chirp, they groan, bark, even sing. It's amazing.

I like to forget that I'm only a visitor to the ocean, but pretty soon I will get reminded of who I am. If I don't go up for a breath, the ocean that is so beautiful will consume me for ever.

I'd like to be forgotten for a while again sometime soon. Whether by others or by myself.