Revolutionary Road.

As seasons come and go, as wind changes; my desires are inconsistent too. For a moment, it'll be towards writing a note, but when moments like this come, I feel like publishing a post.

Like many other inconsistent things in life, we too change. Only to the point that it is so gradual that it would only take ages for us to realize by our dear selves. After every mornings of staring yourself in the mirror every single day of your life, the tiniest change would not strike to you as much.

You know, our faces mature throughout, every single day of our lives. Strangest thing is, we don't really take notice for its discreet nature. Only when friends show a picture of you take a year ago, then you'd realize, "Oh my, we all look young. And this was only a year ago".

Likewise, we adapt to changes bit by bit. Goals are set for the short-run and even long-run, dreams are painted again and again, hopes are built with the finest crystals and glasses that any subtle movement could shatter them easily.

Changes. At times, these mundane streets become old, and you would want something new. Something bigger, something fresh. Inadequately, even the changed structure of roads or that new mall building is not enough to make you feel new with the same streets. At times, you just want to see what is out there.

What is out there, really?

People talk of traveling and migrating. Our parents migrated from their hometowns be it from up North, down South, East or West. They have traveled all the way to the 'heartbeat' of Malaysia, well most likely. Cheras, Bangsar, Ampang, Subang Jaya, Petaling Jaya, Kelana Jaya, Damansara, Shah Alam. They are all neighboring to each other, especially to the hot zone, Kuala Lumpur.

They wanted to see the city life. They wanted to see what is out there. They wanted to experience the hype.

Our ancestors traveled all the way from our respective mainlands. Borneo Island, China, India etc. They wanted to see what was out there, "What speciality had Parameswara's kingdom had installed at Tanah Melayu? ". Mainland citizens took ship rides across the sea to do trading which soon changed to more job opportunities come the Industrial Revolution. Even if it means working yourself to death by building railway tracks.

Then our parents inherited the idea. But really, how far will this reason remains as the sole reason? Let's just be frank. We are bored of our mundane, routinal lives that we long for something bigger, something new.

We want to seek ourselves by being out there. All out.

We could be like Kate Winslet and Leonardo diCaprio, to Paris with the whole family. Something random, something so big, something to catalyst the search for our absolute selves out there. To see what we are made of, to find the reason of being here.

If our ancestors travel from their mainlands, and our parents from their hometowns, how about us? We are already at a place where we receive almost the updated coverage. Yet, we are tempted to see how much greener is the grass on the other side. Like migrating to a celebrated country, to America, to Europe or Australia. Anywhere but here. Even if it means a one-way ticket to Heathrow Airport or LAX at the expense of your shrunken bank account.

We don't really need to be out there to seek the self now do we? Those are hopes and dreams that are made out of crystals and glasses. Reality would shake the tiny molecules anytime, and would probably make them shatter into a million pieces.

All we need are changes at any scale. We will get closer to our absoulte selves, insyaAllah.