A Solo Date, a Courtroom in My Head, and a Bicycle Fall at Eco Park
Today, I took myself on a solo date—and it was worth every single moment. I had been spiralling in thoughts that shouldn’t have bothered me. They weren’t even about my life, nor did I have any control over them. Yet there I was, trapped beneath a heavy cloud of shadows, unable to see beyond it. I felt suffocated. The walls of my room closed in on me, and before I could overthink it further, I grabbed my keys and stepped out of the house. I needed sunlight. I needed air. I needed space to process what I was feeling. As I walked, music played in my ears, but I couldn’t hear it—not really. My thoughts were louder than any melody, consuming me whole. I walked aimlessly for nearly five kilometres, unsure of where I was going or what I was searching for. Finally, I stopped and realised I needed to go farther—physically, if not emotionally. I opened the inDrive app and stared at the map, scrolling without direction. Then it struck me: Eco Park. The farthest place I had ever travelled to withi...