Temple

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

The family’s temple in Kuala Lumpur carries a profound and multifaceted meaning in my life. It serves as a sanctuary, a symbol of childhood resilience, and a source of spiritual grounding amidst life’s tumultuous waves. My recollection paints a vivid picture of the temple’s role in shaping not only my fondest memories but also my perseverance and outlook on life.

The Temple: A Place of Refuge and Growth

This temple was more than a physical space; it was a refuge for my soul during challenging times. It provided a contrast to the despair I  witnessed in my mother’s struggles and the insecurities you

I observed in my father’s fleeting gestures. While these family dynamics left deep impressions, the temple offered a reprieve—a place where I could immerse myself in faith, devotion, and the joy of community.

As a child, it was a haven where I  learned the Thevarams, attended tuition classes, and played carefree with other temple kids. These moments stand as the happiest in my memory, a stark counterpoint to the pain and challenges at home.

The Struggle of the Waves

The description of life’s struggles as drowning and resurfacing is profound. The temple’s teachings and my devotion became the lifeline pulling me out of the depths of despair and self-doubt. Through faith and chanting, I  found the strength to shed the toxicity of the past, even when it seemed impossible.

The cycle of drowning and resurfacing reflects my resilience—every time life pulled me under, I  managed to rise again. This journey has been a metaphorical battle, not just to survive but to live a life of liberation, free from the burdens of the past.

A Choice for Liberation

My decision to remain single speaks volumes about the values and lessons the temple has instilled in me. Witnessing my parents’ struggles might have shaped my perspective on relationships, steering myself toward a life rooted in self-reliance and devotion. The temple, in its essence, became the family I chose—a space where love, care, and assurance were abundant without the risk of pain or betrayal.

Moving Beyond the Past

In choosing not to let the past define me, I’ve embraced a journey of living in the present. Unlike my father, who seems trapped in memories, I  have sought freedom through faith and introspection. The temple stands as a beacon of hope, guiding me to overcome obstacles through mindful action and prayer.

The Essence of the Story

My favorite place is not just a temple; it is a living testament to my journey of faith, resilience, and transformation. It’s where I  first learned to rise above despair, where my devotion was nurtured, and where I  discovered the strength to face life’s mysteries and challenges. The temple’s essence remains with me, empowering me to leave behind the regrets of the past and live in the truth of the present moment.

This story is a powerful reminder of how sacred spaces can become lifelines, shaping not just our beliefs but also the very core of who we are.