Sydney - An end to the trip drawing near

With only effectively three nights remaining for our stay in Sydney, I feel more anxious yet eager to accomplish as much as I can during the last moments/days of our venture into Sydney. I feel like I’ve done a lot but at the same time, really not enough to be comfortable with leaving Sydney. Maybe it’s due to the fact that my mate hasn’t been that much of a sport - as I’ve come to realise during our tenure in Sydney - at really providing me distinct social company for this trip. So far, he’s been a failure at that.

Cut to the point - I’m more of the philosophical, open-minded and adventurous type, whereas, he’s more of a mediocre, and dare I say oblivious person to deeper goals to travelling. Whilst many people travel to another location for purely the fun of it (I don’t object to this); I travel with the intention of having fun, yet coming for the fascination of being intriguing and enveloped in the idea that ‘WOW I’M IN ANOTHER PLACE!’. I also came here with the outlook of refreshing my mind from what seemed like an eternal hell-hole of proverbial studying and come back a reborn man. Geez, how glorified that must sound. I thought it would’ve been a thrilling experience to creep out of the normality that exists in Melbourne with a close friend but it’s been so to speak, exciting and boring with my friend. I think it’s more probable that I would have a better time with myself exploring the crevices and environment of Sydney, than having him around. I sound horrible.

I’m not sure yet of what I am going to do for the remaining days but it would probably be essentially re-identifying why I came here and what I intend to do when I get back. I get the feeling that I’ve really re-established my priorities and compressed my concerns about the uncertainty that lies with returning to Melbourne and yet on the same token, I can’t help but feel ominous about how far I will redeem myself when I get back. First of all, all this shit about redeeming myself refers to getting my life back on track - balance the work and academic implications of my life, maintain my social relationships with others, quit complaining and start doing. I think the latter is the most crucial objective that sits in my mind at the moment. By no means is my life in shambles but when one starts to analyse and evaluate themselves, we seem to exaggerate how flawed we are and how flawed our lives are. In fact, I don’t have a lot of crap going on in my life - I just feel that I should improve it. It’s this ubiquitous idea that as humans - we are flawed and thus, we must improve.

Gosh, this is so debilitating. Alright, enough about the sentiments of my life and back to our Sydney trip.

It’s 6:32PM at the moment and as you can see below my mate is prompt and ready to go for a night out on the town*:

* Note the sarcasm. lol

In light of the recent entry I wrote relating to individualism, I remember very briefly touching upon how as individuals we should be independent and control our own actions by basing them largely on our self-interests. I’ve been asking myself - Why should we worry about others in order to have a good time? I think, sometimes and contingent on the situation, the best person to enjoy a good time with can be yourself. I don’t know when my mate will wake up and to what demeanour he’ll be in when he does but I’m not going to wait to do something.

This is my logic (and I’m aware that I’m rambling on) - he has had 6-7 hours of sleep; I have had 2-3 hours of sleep. I understand that I may cherish the days in Sydney more than he may but I find it hard to believe that anyone can forgo any time to spend in another destination/location, especially when they’ve admitted that they’re having a good time there. I, for one, am hoping I do as much as I certainly can to ensure there aren’t any lingering regrets that pop up once I return to Melbourne.

Today, however, I did spend some time in Hyde Park as you can gather from the photos I took from my last entry. I managed to do some reading which is particularly rare for me as I either never have the time to make a habit or it or the habit dissipates after a week or so. All in all, I still love reading.

Something that astonished me was the simplicity of watching people at the Hyde move around. Just the gentility and observations of people walking through the park was satisfying. I sat on the bench in disjointed intervals of reading and observing the scenary. I never really appreciated the serenity that comes with plainly sitting down anywhere in the middle or wherever of a park and just relaxing whilst being mesmerised by the fluidity of what goes on around me. This might come as so awfully exaggerated but if you ever come to realised that simplicity can be strangely great, you can definitely empathise with what I’m trying to convey.

Anyway, it’s time for me to get ready and head out for dinner and some additional photography rounds. I’m going to visit the Darling Harbour and possibly Chinatown if I can.

By the way, I’m actually residing close to the City Centre of Sydney. Very close to Museum Train Station if anyone knows what I’m talking about. I think I should’ve mentioned this in the beginning or so. Oh well, I’m slack and forgetful. Bite me!