Renewal is fascinating.
Little signifies catharsis as aptly as sweeping away the old to make room for the new.
Of turning new leafs. As many as the pages are numerous. White, pristine and acid-free.
Is it possible to go beyond the turning of a leaf to becoming a completely new tree? To blossom and burst with new found life, to tremble in the sunshine and proclaim to the sky that now, I shall be the Oak and not the sapling, the Raintree and not the senduduk.
Fresh starts are good. False starts are not. False starts are when the intentions are ambitious but one only achieves the grandeurs of a pokok renek. So one starts again and another leaf unfurls.
One only hope a branch would finally touch the clouds and lives out an epic.