525600 minutes of absence

Tik tak, tik tak, tik tak...

I can hear the sound of the clock as it almost strikes twelve. Its not yet New year but when the hand of times passes midnight it marks my 525600 minutes of absence to my country.

It seems like just 72 hours ago when i first step out for a new adventure and yet here i am now reminiscing a year that had already gone by. I am not sooo good in counting but i feel like i had only accomplish a few and yet the agony was too long.

Honestly,i been away for 365 days and i crave more for my own bed. I may not have much at my room but i feel comfortable and relax. I always long to be seated in our round table and taste the delicious food my mother made.Because no matter how fancy or expensive restos i dine in, still, no one beats home cook meals. Or perhaps running the motorbike which i just drove for a year or the old friends that's too never too hard to pull. Well, i maybe just being too nostalgic but i think no one will disagree, truly there's no place like home. Simply, i just missed home.

I always feel that independence was too good. then now i realize being dependent sometimes can be too beneficial. 525600 minutes of being alone, away and alienated. I said "its a way to start anew", no one knows you, new land, new rules, new games and new contenders. And surviving isn't easy always tormented and abandoned, and to survive trust only you're instinct, only yours and no other else.

Every minute counts, every single second is important. Ironically i don't count by time and i don't remember dates. I only remember events especially ones that's worth storing. because someday memory will fade and dates are easy to be forgotten but the memorable events in our life stays always like every day.


525600 minutes of living on my own and still 525600 or more...