One has not been to Sydney if s/he has never witnessed the sheer beauty of UNESCO’s magnificent World Heritage Site, the Sydney Opera House – a modern expressionist design inspired by the idea of shells, built by Jørn Utzon. As i listened to its story retold by Ai Rene, who is also an architect, i was bewildered yet horrified at the same time. Initially, the project is thrown into the waste bin because Utzon did not believe in his masterpiece at the first place! The drafting-papers-dream is then rediscovered and reconstructed upon concrete trust and deep-base believe, made true today for us to marvel.
The other beauty is none other than Sydney Harbour Bridge; where the bold and brave can experience the ‘climb of your life’. Height is my kryptonite so that idea is duh, totally out of the question. Instead, we take absolute advantage of the setting sun to melt in harmony and blend into the whisked gold sky of pure nothingness. There, a synapse of my brain sends me a signal to take a deep, wholesome breath of life – in. out. in. and out. Then, i discover the dubious depth of great abysmal hunger to live not only truly, but honestly, for the sake of myself. This is probably a post i would second name – Much to Write about Nothing. Thank you for still reading.