This is my story...

Sunday, May 29, 2005

When the second just passed, you asked yourself what had you done rightfully, cracking your head and bear the consequences or the fruits of labour of what you have completed.

When the minute just passed, you questioned yourself why the rush and why the countless things to be done within such a short period of time, or rather why that minute had just passed slowly and steadily, why your time was wasted on things which are not worth doing for.

When the hour had passed, you started to think why did time flow so fast, or rather the contrary why did it travel so slowly, so calmly, as though you were suffering from eternity, and hoping that it will be all over soon.

When the day had passed, you felt relieved, things which you had done, justly or not, it doesn't matter anymore because it cannot be undone. You thought back and told yourself, tomorrow will be a better day, tomorrow will be another day of fun, or another day of restless torment.

When the month had passed, you choose to let go everything in your mind, the bad ones especially, and felt relieved that they were over. The good ones, will be left in your heart, the ones which you will remember it for life as memories, although some were really sour, but eventually it all came to an end.

When the years had passed, you will think back what you have done, what had shaped you into what you are now, past moments which you cherish so dearly, and you know that it can never be brought back again, never these things which are done so merrily, repeated again with the same ambience and the same people. The nostalgia came when you stepped into places which reminded you of how wonderful you had times when you were there, you wanted to be like that again, you don't want time to flow so fast, eventually, you finally appreciate what you were given when in the past, because the present has not granted you that privilege.

The factor of time leads all mankind to and eventual end, the route to it depends on te individual. Although moments gone cannot be retrieve anymore in any other way, one must understand that, these memories serve a purpose in your life; it keeps you going on. Good or bad, different memories indulge a different effect on every individual, sometimes people take things for granted but eventually when that time has passed, things will change for the better, but for some, they are simply indifferent for the fact that everything will come again.

I don't really miss the past few weeks during my army days, for the fact that I wanted to pass out so badly, and for the fact that I had to get up so early in the morning and a long day is awaiting for me again. But I am sure I will after a few months' time.

I wanna be seventeen again.

Rambled by kaSh at 6:48 pm