day 5 – photo diary

view from the gym.

felt moody for most part of today because of what happened yesterday. i didn’t expect a mos burger meal and an hour at the gym to drive out the blues but it did. had a little time to hang out at the gym’s outdoor viewing area after my workout. the mix of endorphins, breeze and john mayer’s “walt grace submarine test january 1967” lifted my spirits further. i have listened to this song 53 times in 3 days and every listen just leaves me in awe of john mayer’s talent.

i am at a point in my life where i want more out of life than what i am currently getting and i’m not talking about a bigger pay cheques or  a new bag. i desperately want to put everything aside and go away for a period of time. i feel stifled and dull and i know deep down the energy and renewed sense of wonder that i crave is not something a new job or a new wardrobe can give me. i don’t know why there is such a deep desire to get away.

listening to “walt grace” this morning made me a bit emotional because i could relate to “hating the old place and wanting to discover new space…working on displacement and what it would take to survive” or “when you’re done with this world, the next is up to you” or ” but with a will to work hard, and a library card, he took a homemade, fan-blade, one man submarine ride.” in the evening, when the mind was in a happier state, i was encouraged and comforted by the same song. john mayer’s songs has always managed to make me feel less alone.

i will end this entry with the full lyrics of the song because it is a beautiful and moving song. strength and determination was all i felt as i stood out in the open at level 9, taking in the sights, breeze and the message of this song (believe in yourself, follow your dreams & redemption). i can only hope that it will have the same effect on you.

Walt Grace, desperately hating his whole place,
Dreamed to discover a new space,
And buried himself alive,
Inside his basement, tongue on the side of his face when,
He’s working away on displacement,
And what it would take to survive.

‘Cause when you’re done with this world,
You know the next is up to you.
And his wife told his kids he was crazy,
And his friends said he’d fail if he tried,
But with a will to work hard,
And a library card,
He took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.

That morning, the sea was mad and I mean it,
Waves as big as he’d seen it,
Deep in his dreams at home.
From dry land,
He rolled it over to wet sand,
Closed the hatch up with one hand,
And peddled off alone.

‘Cause when you’re done with this world,
You know the next is up to you.
And for once in his life it was quiet,
As he learned how to turn in the tide,
And the sky was a flare,
When he came up for air,
In his homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.

One evening,
When weeks had passed since his leaving,
The call she’d planned on receiving,
Finally made it home.
She accepted,
The news she’d never expected,
The operator connected,
A call from Tokyo.

‘Cause when you’re done with this world,
You know the next is up to you.
Now his friends,
Bring him up when they’re drinking,
At the bar with his name on the side,
And they smile when they can,
As they speak of a man,
Who took a homemade,
Fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.

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