Where Eagles Dare

Let’s see if I still remember how to do this.

It's snowing outside, the rumbling sound of engines roar in the night

The mission is near, the confident men waiting to drop from the sky

The blizzard goes on, but still they must fly

The last 4-5 months have been, for the want of a better word; interesting for me. In that time frame, I have felt the most excruciating of pain, the deepest pit of loneliness, the flame of anger with short bursts of smiles from time to time in between the major trifecta of emotions. The changes and multitude of emotions were making me somewhat, for the lack of a better word; unstable.

With all the said emotions engulfing me, I swore to never write again, lest I’ll be too caught up in my emotions and say things that I might not be able to take back. However, just because I didn’t share my side of the story, it doesn’t mean that I don’t have any, and I shall continue to keep mum about it, but I digress. I guess as time wore on, I couldn’t bring myself to write, and privately decided to just stopped writing and close this blog.

Of course, I can’t really do that because there are things written here that is just pure gold. It probably is not gold to you, but golden to me nonetheless. Every post here reflected my emotion at the time of writing and is a reminder (whether painful or otherwise) of my life that I’ve been through.

However, I do feel that I need to write and the past couple of months have mentally prevented me to do so, but I’ve realized that there’s a reason that the past is in the past, and that it should remain there and treated as such.

No one should go where eagles dare

Bavarian Alps that lay all around, they seem to stare from below

The enemy lines a long time passed, are lying deep in the snow

Into the night they fall through the sky

Despite how a whole load of things that has happened to me, I still couldn’t find a reason to write. I mean, I’ve watched the KBM Debate Unit debacle, I’ve reunited with fellow classmates, I’m going to graduate soon, I got hit by a motorbike, I worked in Maybank, I’m working in PETRONAS and have been on a 14-day vacation, err, training in Bangi, and basically a whole lot of things happened.

I lacked the motivation to write, the insight to let loose on the keyboard, and let my brain and my heart do the talking. There was something missing. Probably I was afraid I couldn’t write well or string words together to make readable sentences for people to read (not that people are reading my blog or anything) lest I end up rambling like I always do. Something was definitely missing.

The roaring of guns are echoing all around the valley

The mission complete

They make to escape away from the eagles nest

They dared to go where no one would try

They chose to fly where eagles dare

Being able to write again might not seem like a big deal or a big challenge, but it’s still something to get through and while it took me a long time to pull it off, I did. I’m glad to say that I’m back.

In the end, all I needed was just inspiration to fly again.