For me, imagination has become a quiet superpower. When life feels uncertain or overwhelming, I don’t wait for happiness to arrive—I imagine it. I build it in my mind like a painting, stroke by stroke. I see the sunrise before it happens. I hear laughter even when the room is silent. I dream of possibilities, even in the middle of challenges.
This isn’t about escaping reality. It’s about reshaping it from the inside out.
And sometimes, life surprises us with a beautiful reminder that we are not alone in this journey.
Just today, I met a stroke survivor named Daniel Sim on the LRT. We didn’t talk for long, but something about our brief exchange stayed with me. He told me he had read my books. That alone humbled me. But what struck me more was the strength I saw in his eyes. Quiet, resilient strength. The kind you don’t need to speak loudly about—you just feel it.
We exchanged numbers and promised to meet again. It wasn’t a long conversation, but it reminded me that imagination doesn’t only come from within—it’s also sparked by the people we meet, the stories we share, the strength we recognize in one another.
Today, I’ve written five books. A poetry book I love deeply is about to be released in Chinese—a language I don’t write but deeply admire for its beauty and emotional weight. I never thought my words would travel so far. But they did. And maybe it started with a little imagination.
So if you’re reading this and feeling stuck, uninspired, or weighed down—pause.
Close your eyes.
Now imagine joy.
Imagine peace.
Imagine the you that feels most alive.
And then, take one step closer to that vision.
Sometimes, I use my imagination to make myself happy.
And sometimes, that’s exactly what we all need—to remind ourselves that the life we want is still within reach.
“A Moment, A Meeting, A Reminder”
A stranger, a shared story, and the imagination that bridges us all.