I’m writing this post in a Starbucks in the middle of Singapore’s CBD area. It’s been some time since I sat down in town and just wrote stuff. I used to sit around this same area during the COVID time, and maybe the years before. There was a certain allure, and a thrill, excitement perhaps, of the mass of people before me.
The funniest part to all of this is that my own career paths have never actually needed me to be in the middle of town at all. There was a time where I would come to the city area to meet people, but never actually ever needing to work in it.
I don’t know if I still feel the thrill of the CBD area. As I’m writing this now, I’m watching the hordes of white shirts and blouses, the struts of power walks through the crowds. It’s somewhat draining now, a little depressing. It reminds me of the pressures and the stresses of people who are trying so hard to earn their salaries to survive their lifestyle choices. Or maybe they have their financial goals and people to support, myself included, because of the way my salary goes.
I hope that they get whatever dreams they are hoping for, because I can’t imagine working the way they do. It’s a difficult thing, a difficult thing indeed.