Comfort is not my thing.
I want to face problems.
I will continue to take on challenges.
And comfort is what I seek.
Notes From S. David Prince
This might be one of my shortest verses - pardon me for calling it a poem. I don’t usually like to say I write poems because it sounds too old-fashioned. But let’s call it what it is - a quatrain, a poem with four lines.
Some time ago, I visited my old school - the secondary school I graduated from. I was there to celebrate both my sisters’ graduation. Funny enough, I posted this late; it’s been almost a year since that visit. I found this quatrain scribbled on my old desk. Well, not exactly my desk anymore -four sessions have passed since I left.
It was written by a younger me. The handwriting was faint and unclear, but anyone could tell it was mine. Only God knows how many students have read my dao- hehehe, blame all the manhwas I’ve been reading lately.
I copied the lines down that day, resisting the urge to add or edit them. I left them untouched because sometimes value lies in what’s raw and unpolished.
What surprises me most is how much the words still resonate. They hit me hard, proving that a younger version of myself understood something I still struggle with today.
I remember the day I wrote those lines. Back then, I didn’t even think I’d fully grasp their meaning when I grew up. I was 15. That was also the year I stopped receiving pocket money - not because of financial problems but because I treated it like a salary, and it pissed my parents off. I need to ask them about that one day.
But anyway, that’s not why I wrote the quatrain. I actually wrote it as dialogue for a comic I was working on then. Everyone knows Spirit Tales - the comic that still hasn’t been completed.
The lines reflected how simple my life used to be. My parents could do anything for me. They gave me everything they thought I needed. But no one really knew what I wanted.
I didn’t like it that way. I’ve always challenged myself. At age nine, I stopped asking my parents for money to buy books. Instead, I saved up my pocket money and sponsored my own literature texts and assignments throughout secondary school.
Looking back, it was still my parents funding it indirectly, but I was proud of the mindset I had, even if sometimes I wish I could c*rse whoever gave it to me. Mxm.
I stopped receiving pocket money at 15, and here I am, still alive and breathing. I want my life to return to the comfort it used to have. Occasionally, my mum sneaks some money into my account. Let’s pretend I don’t see them.
Maybe those lines mean more to me now because adulthood is kicking in.
Update
Just last week, I was talking to my mum about why I dropped out of school. I told her it’s because I want something bigger.
She looked at me and said, “Stay out of problems.”
That hit me hard. It rang a bell.
I realized it’s exactly what I’ve been doing -trying to stay out of problems. I seek comfort and a good life. But it seems the only way to find that comfort is by stepping out of my comfort zone.
In this context, comfort isn’t just ease, it’s my dreams and goals.
And it's Everybodys'
