Bound To Self (I)

 - Lancang Kemudi, Lahad Datu [still homesick]. 30th of August 2018 (Thursday), 01:16AM 

So, instead of going back and celebrating the Eidul Adha with family and friends like any other normal person do, I instead went wild by taking a bus to that was bound to Kota Kinabalu. I didn't know what had possessed me not to go back. Apparently, this ad hoc journey was something I regretted in the end, especially, when seeing my friend celebrating the holy occasion of Eidul Adha with his closed ones.

 Most probably, I was so disillusioned by my depression, that I couldn't make the right decision. Details on this, I'd rather keep it to myself.

But all wasn't lost. I managed to gain several lessons. The most important one is probably this: life's a firework. When a firework is lit, not a single people would mourn over the prospect of its briefness. Everybody enjoys a good fire cracker. So, life sure ends; but it's not today, and for that, we should be celebrating our shortness of breathe.

I went to museum, I took several hundred pictures and videos, and I had most of my daily meals there, all alone. Like I used to. Like I used to like to.

 It was bitter and almost empty, but it was an experience, nonetheless.

 A beautiful murals somewhere...

 Most of my evenings there, I spent them looking at the setting sun. Kota Kinabalu's sunset sure does look nice :)

But Kota Kinabalu wasn't the only place I visited. I also went over to my friend's house, for which I'll make a second post. Have I found myself in Kota Kinabalu? Not really. However, I did find gems of thoughts along the way, and I wrote them down in my traveling journals (yes, I carried two). I also bought Antoine de Saint Exupery's 'Le Petit Prince'; and these made it the escapade worthwhile.