Looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses, or
remembering the “good old days” through a sepia lens is a common enough form of
selective memory.
But it is equally easy to let negative incidents cloud or
affect one's overall memory of a trip. (This comes naturally to me, because as
someone I met over the weekend said—Singaporeans are the best whingers in the
world—topping even the British!)
So, as I revisit this neglected blog after close to a year,
and reflect upon my original intentions for setting it up— I decided to stick to
my initial premise— to appreciate the little moments of every trip and simply
celebrate how lucky I am to have gone on each trip. After all, what’s the sense
in spending time dwelling on the bad stuff?
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