Living
alone – the real challenge.
Coming
to Dubai, I left the Philippines as a single guy. Wasn’t dating anyone or had
any lasting relationship. Many things were written on my list and having a
relationship wasn’t on it. I had my reasons but at some point, the dreaming
became lonely. I once posted lyrics of a certain song on my Facebook and until
now, its stuck with me.
Since
Dubai is a bowl of cultures and nationalities, meeting people was easy. Social
Media, friends of friends or even just by going to the bar you would be able to
meet someone from the same country or from another. But meeting with people who
will be there is difficult.
I
am one of the few lucky ones to have family here abroad. People who will not
judge you nor ask much of you. People who know me and people who will always be
there for me. Family.
Having
family though is like owning a double-edged sword, playing with in on air
pretending to have a fight. Like a kid playing with his light saber in the
playground. But like laser it cuts both ways. And somehow, it hurts me as well.
Independence
has been something that I had since before. But there are limits and these
conditions – family, friends, work – changes everything. Having things to reconsider and weigh. Thinking
a hundred times before doing an actual decision. It reached to a point where
holding on was the only choice to do. Quietly holding on to the dream even if
pain has been unreasonable. Pain that is unexplainable but there. Pain that
lurks in the corner of being alone. Pain that shows itself when one is at its
weakest.
Coming
to Dubai I have never thought about fighting a quiet battle. But alas, I have
conquered it. It was not easy but I have emerged victorious and calm. All from
independence, family, living alone and Dubai.
