the time when nothing matters

looking back at the pictures taken in Cambodia, i felt pangs of guilt and remorse over ridding me.. i look at the pictures as memories flash and brought me back to another time zone.

and then i realise how things in this "reality" (as my mom would say) is so complicated.
now, everytime i have some free time, i always look back at the times that i spent in Banlung so carefreely, hoping and wishing that i can just relive that moment for another minute.

the times in Banlung seemed so simple, stressless and slow paced.
right now, it is completely opposite; stressful, fast pace of living and complicated socio-cultural considerations.
i dont recall having any sanctions for any social classes, everyone seemed so contented.

on the other hand, that could be my view as an outsider of their daily lives.
i am advocating such harsh "reality" into my own world.


what happened to the times when nothing matters....
we were contented even when we didnt have any advanced technology..
we were happy living each day so carefreely
we were glad that nothing matter in this other dimension of life...





i wanna abandon this huge huge baggage of stress; unload it and gallop into somewhere where things seemed much simpler...