It was the third time I met you. You were a bit late again, but I didn’t mind. It was one of those moment when I want time to move ever so slowly.
You wore floral shirt in blue, and your earring swung as you turn your head the time I called your name. We talk much more via text compared to real life, so when I met you— at first I tongue tied.
You showed a piece of “art” you made, a black sock with a pattern of red roses. I know you love roses, you even had ones tattooed on the inside of your forearm.
“It’s really fun to get to do things you love, right?” - You crooned as you tilt your head, smiling. And I said, yeah. You get to stitch things you love on fabric, you get to make art out of it, you get to create something you love. You get to have a career and hustling doing the things you love. You get to do what you love.
And as we all know in hindsight, the love part isn’t always pretty, it never just was/is. It’s full of falling in/out, and keep doing it all over again despite the up and down, the commitment, the discipline, the resilience and keep on going.
And it made me ‘oh’. To think about it— I am lucky to have career and personal work circling in things I love. It’s a roller coaster ride but it’s a wild ride I’m sticking in. I’m right where I want to be, and it’s hard, and I love it.
As I zoned out in my sudden-clarity, You flip your hair and I see that tattoo again. I asked what does a rose mean to you, I assume it must be something you love; to have it permanently etched on your skin. Then I listen closely as you unfold your love of flowers. You smiled again, and this time I had to clutch my heart in place. That night I took a train home smiling ear to ear.
Last week when I overwhelmed with works and all, I remind myself, It’s really fun to get to do things you love, right?
That I am blessed — I took a deep breath and restart.
I wonder did you know lots of things you said stuck on my head on repeat? And this one too, probably forever.