Grandpa 's Journey

  There is something quietly meaningful about the early hours at the community centre. People arrive, not in a rush, but with a calm sense of routine—each one carrying their own story. A lady around my age speaks warmly about her travels. She writes regularly on Xiaohongshu, capturing moments from different places. When she talks about her journeys, there is a spark in her eyes—curiosity that never fades. Nearby, a gentleman shares his love for cruising. He laughs and says that if he’s not at the centre, he is probably somewhere at sea. For him, the world is best explored one voyage at a time. Some stand and chat while waiting to register. Their conversations are light, familiar, and unhurried. Others sit quietly, observing, resting, or simply enjoying a few peaceful moments before the day begins. And then, a short conversation stayed with me. Someone asked about my blog. He had been reading my posts and was curious—whether I had worked in artificial intelligence before retir...