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Peek beyond the veil

After graduating from college, I realise that my perspective on things changed quite a bit. Somehow I think my mind is a wonderland. It often thinks beyond the box. Crazy things. Unrealistic things. I guess I was never an academical guy. That probably explains why I flunged my A levels. So, if you put me in a practical society like Singapore, you could say I'm an impractical person.

Serving in the army makes my thoughts run even wilder than before, since it gives me ample of time to reflect, think and generate ideas.

Sometimes, when I do go outfield, I would especially appreciate the night time like never before. The mating of crickets, the croaks of frogs, the hooting of ominous night creatures in the distance. Sounds you have never really took notice of before. And when streaks of lightning flash across the velvet black sky, I wonder if heaven is trying to take a photograph of the world. The momentary illuminations of the land seem like an awakening to us, as if it means to put the reality of life to clear view. Flash. We, humans, and our land become the masterpiece. Beyond the hideous dark areas, the harshness of reality is revealed. Even if it is just for the moment.

Flash.

Recently while on an outfield exercise at night, my friends and I saw a firefly. One and only firefly to be found in the entire field. They say you hardly get to see any fireflies in Singapore, unlike Tekong. Anyway, the glowing of the firefly is amazingly beautiful. It seems to bring along a glimmer of hope in the otherwise grimmer piece of land. Sometimes, the firefly deserves to be admired. By showing off its light, it is not afraid of attracting predators. It should probably know that it will be spotted easily. So why is it so foolish to let itself glow? How amazing creatures of nature can be! And how selfless it can be! On the other hand, we did an experiment to check out how the firefly really looked like without its overwhelming fluorescent glow. My friend trapped it in a small bottle and used a torch to shine at it. And we saw the hideous truth. Behind the veil, it looked just like a miniature cockroach. Nevertheless, its beauty in the night is enough to captivate the entire ground!

If you were to catch a firefly, put it into bed, will you sing it a lullaby? After that, end it with "Good night, sweet dreams, don't let your fellow bed bugs bite"? After all, the firefly needs rest. Beauty is but momentary.

Glow.

Now will you excuse me for a while as I try to figure out what and where is the finer side of life?