In the Editor’s Note of BHC September, I wrote about my hometown, KB.
In doing so, it caused me to reflect on how much I have changed (& aged) over the years.
I wrote:
Growing up in KB, I always wished that life could be more exciting. I used to imagine living in the big cities, where there would be countless activities, an interesting skyline and people from all walks of life. Like many of the young people from this sleepy oil town, I too outgrew the place in search of more…
Naturally, I didn’t get into my personal story in the magazine, but here’s my thought 20 years on…
The most beautiful skyline is an empty one.
It is infinitely more interesting to meet a familiar face who would reveal to you the embarrassing stories about your childhood and tell you what you don’t know about your mum and dad, than meeting the smartest, most ‘impressive’ people in the world.
And the only activity I look forward to, after a long day at work, is to hug my wife, walk my dog and indulge in my baby’s laughter.
Of course, every once in a while, I may wish to live life on the fast lane. But the thought soon disappear, when I have to choose between that and returning home to paradise.
I guess what was written on Freddy’s picture frame is right:
You can take a man out of KB, but you can never take KB out of a man!
I like very much your line “The most beautiful skyline is an empty one”. So poetic and profound