Monday, August 23
I miss.
A sudden surge of nostalgia. I miss everything of the past; the carefree days. Growing up, though, an inevitable stage, it's really a nasty thing. There's just too much crashing down. Sometimes I really wonder, why do we come to treasure the past only when we've step out of it? I said before once, the present will become the past in the future. Then yet why do we find it so hard to reconcile with what we have now and at least, count our blessings. I may sound almighty saying that but the truth is I'm one that clings on to the past. The past is just too beautifully fascinating. Almost captivating, that we're so obessed with the minute flashes of what'd happened before.
Every single bit before has now become a chapter of my life's memoir. The schooling days, filled with fun, laughter and joy. The respective camps that I've been to, knowing all the awesome people and above it all, that special someone. It may have been long but I reminisce the good old days. I choose to preserve the bestest memories we've had together. The late night chats; supporting each other through the darkest days.
We look back those innocent days with a smile. Thinking how sillier we could have gotten. Beyond that, we think about the more memorable days and indulge in the magical days again. Random but I enjoy penning down such thoughts. It allows me to relive the much treasured days again.
