Happiness Journal 3/10/25

As an Armour Infantry soldier, I used to dread taking bus 975, which would transport me to my army camp, situated in a godforsaken part of Singapore.

Yet, today, I took the same bus with my children. Past my army camp because the dairy farm my son had yearned to visit was further from civilization than my army camp.

However, no feelings of dread plagued my heart. I won’t say that I was eager to visit the cow farm, but I wasn’t rejecting the idea, either. Beneath feeding the cows hay lay something more gratifying. My six-year-old boy has things he wants to do to fill his free time. May he never lose this zest for novelty.