Navigating Hers

You know, there's this concept of reincarnation out there. She was not raised in a family where reincarnation is believed. Well, maybe implicitly her dad believes so but he never really say it. She was just a teenager when she was fascinated by the concept.  It stuck with her for so long until she decided to say, "Yes, I believe in reincarnation." She talked about this a lot with her best friend. These two lot are very close. So they are used to speaking their minds, brutally. "Because why do you think we're so close like this, even I am not that close to my family if reincarnation does not exist? I mean, look at us, we have been friends for over 15 years and even had 3 years of not speaking to each other like strangers. Maybe we were siblings in our previous lives? Maybe we were even spouses or parent and kid...? I don't know!"  Well, her friend still can not grasping the idea of reincarnation but she does not oppose to the idea. It's bizarre to thi...

"I want to be home", she said it in the morning. Her friend told her to just go home.  No, it's not the home home. The feeling of coming "home" is different with going physically home. She was searching the meaning of home. The feeling of being home. She didn't find it in her parents' house. She didn't find it anywhere.  She is longing to be home.  No one understand this feeling when she told them. She didn't push it and just let the feeling lingers a little bit longer.  "No one understand me anyway." Until she met somebody.  "I know what you mean." "How?" "Because I feel the same." He came from the big city, lived his whole life in a big city and then there's this itch for them to search for home. A home that is not the building of the house, but a place where she is embraced by the souls she's been missing to be with. The souls who wouldn't question her decisions doing things in this lifetime....

"That small plate will break in a few minutes." As if someone told her in advance that someone gonna break the plate. She was just continue reading her book, the book she borrowed from the school library while eating snack on dinner table.  The plate she was talking about was on a table, far away from the edges. That plate stayed still. The moment she left the dinner table as she finished her snack, that's when she heard a crack from the plate. The plate she knew a moment before was gonna break.  She surprised. It surprised her.  "What was that? How did I know? Well that was weird, the plate was fine." She stopped doing things a few seconds as she tried to make it make sense for herself. She had a lot of questions. But she cleaned the scattered pieces of that plate and moved on.  That week was the exams week for her. She had to learn a lot of things at once. But she just picked whatever that she thought will be out in the exams. Randomly picked. Her friends aske...

That's what she heard growing up, especially from her mum. She was just a teenage girl, 14 or 15 years old, had a lot of rage. The rage she did not understand why and from where. She just had it.  Everything in that house made her mad. Everything. Every loud noise her neighbors made. Every noises came out of her mum. Everyone in that house who wanted to speak their minds. She did not have her own quiet time.  Unless when she was up late at night.  She was and is a night owl. When the sun's set, when the stars were visible at the night sky, when the moon showed up for her, when she heard less noise, when everything just quiet, that's when she found her peace at night. She stayed up late every day. She did not want to waste away her precious time at night to finally be able to heard her own voice. The voice from her own heart.  Well... she loves to sleep but like other students back home she had to wake up and left the house around 6 in the morning. She had not enough ...