Singapore is full on.
I’m back to the confused mode, almost dizzy and hyper all the time, exploiting all conveniences a highly functional society can provide. Plastic bags have been thrown away, hawker food have been wolfed down, and I felt severely under-dressed altering around my only two dresses and spaghetti tops.
Yet some gentle okayness is flowing around the corner. A taxi ride can be my special teaching time. A Hindu driver whose teacher is a Muslim Indian shared his gods, meditation rituals with me and read my palm.
“It is your luck to sit next to me, lady. It is my luck to share my teaching with you.”
“Suffering is not meant to make you ask why. Suffering makes you the Answer. ”