I decided to write one entry per day before the big move to Singapore. Today is 17 days before that move - a move that I think will ultimately shape my life in so many ways.

It's a funny feeling knowing that your days are marked. Is this how an inmate feels before he walks the green mile to meet his fate? It's a calm surrender to the eventual end. There aren't a lot of questions, which I am surprised about. Simply put, there is a motion that drives you forward. It is a motion that reminisces all things past to prepare you for what is to become. It is a movement that does not trap you to history, but gives value to things that have molded the present. In the preparation to start anew, one cannot entirely scrap the markings of old. Like a roll of film, what has been captured plays one last time as the process of deletion occurs. The film shall always be the film, and what has been imprinted, though gone, has always been a part of it.

In many ways life is like this. We do not always want to go forward and yet, circumstances at times give us that extra push. When life presents us with a new beginning - we come across this process of being in-between the shift from what-is-then and what-is-to-be. I have been in this position a few times before, but unlike then, in these last 17 days I face the reality of things with more confidence and certainty. Like the inmate who steps towards his fate, each passing moment is both a surrender and an embrace to new possibilities of what lays beyond the now. It is a gift towards freedom that I am learning to value every step of the way.