"hey, it's gonna be alright."
Friday, April 24, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Story of the Other, Part Three
Another day arrives and after staring at the ceiling fan for 10 minutes, I realized it's already noon.
Whoever first said,
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But honestly, you can't say what he said is wrong.
Old people would reminisce about their youth. Workers who'd look back at old school photos and yearbooks. And of course, those who've had loved (or almost) and lost.
And usually, you wouldn't appreciate the small finer details until it's gone.
Like that halal indonesian restaurant around the corner. Or the quiet open park where your problems would float away. Or that one place that sells nothing but chocolate melted in a million ways where everyone would meet just to chat. Especially that one moment when someone made a joke where everyone laughed at first then we go "What?!".
For most of us, we try to chase the memories. Only to kid ourselves in hoping that it would return. Because we thrive, we thrive for what once made us happy. An endless chase for the somewhat near impossible. The need to fulfill that void left inside once it had 'gone'.
For the few of us, we're lucky enough to be able to actually retrieve what had once disappeared and once again relive the blissful memories. How it ends however, could be just another déjà vu and it disappears once again or it could just be 'picking up from where we left of'. But this is only the exception to rule, the very lucky few.
Fortunately, for most of us who did not get the chance to relive what had once gone, we move on. To what we have now, to what is here. To finally acknowledge that it's definitely gone and the need to chase is futile.
Sure there's nothing wrong with flipping through the old scrap books for laughs and giggles. After all, our past is what shapes our future. Memories are what separates us from robots.
co-written by M.
Whoever first said,
"You'd only miss something, once it's gone."must've been either a romanticist , a sadist or someone really old.
---
But honestly, you can't say what he said is wrong.
Old people would reminisce about their youth. Workers who'd look back at old school photos and yearbooks. And of course, those who've had loved (or almost) and lost.
And usually, you wouldn't appreciate the small finer details until it's gone.
Like that halal indonesian restaurant around the corner. Or the quiet open park where your problems would float away. Or that one place that sells nothing but chocolate melted in a million ways where everyone would meet just to chat. Especially that one moment when someone made a joke where everyone laughed at first then we go "What?!".
For most of us, we try to chase the memories. Only to kid ourselves in hoping that it would return. Because we thrive, we thrive for what once made us happy. An endless chase for the somewhat near impossible. The need to fulfill that void left inside once it had 'gone'.
For the few of us, we're lucky enough to be able to actually retrieve what had once disappeared and once again relive the blissful memories. How it ends however, could be just another déjà vu and it disappears once again or it could just be 'picking up from where we left of'. But this is only the exception to rule, the very lucky few.
Fortunately, for most of us who did not get the chance to relive what had once gone, we move on. To what we have now, to what is here. To finally acknowledge that it's definitely gone and the need to chase is futile.
Sure there's nothing wrong with flipping through the old scrap books for laughs and giggles. After all, our past is what shapes our future. Memories are what separates us from robots.
"For a new chapter to begin, the old one has to end."fin.
co-written by M.
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