I used to think that everyone of us has a unique story to share - a tale of love and loss, a chronicle of hopes and dreams, a narrative of hardwork and sacrifice, a sequel of youth and maturity, or perhaps a memoir of regret and acceptance.

But I have come to realise that stories are an inadequate medium of self-expression. Words and images can never truly encapsulate the entire essence of our feelings in particular incidents. We are, after all, very complex creatures. Whereas stories follow certain logic and linearity, our lives often do not.

This is why I now subscribe to a different belief: there resides, within each of us, an unsung melody waiting to be heard, waiting to be understood.

P.S. I might just decide to resurrect my digital identity. HMM.