I haven’t realized that my old blog still exists! And it wasn’t so much of the nuggets of memories that brought back waves of nostalgia, but more of strange bewilderment at having written all those words that are cringe worthy and so unlike me (now).
But anyway, one post certainly struck me.
“And it all started, my trip down the old and lovely memory lane. And this otherwise empty night was strangely aching with nostalgia, with moments relived and smiles aplenty. The comforts of familiarity, complete with once-on-repeated-mode melodies that tug at my heart strings, reminiscing the past has never been more bittersweet. In the sense that as we busy ourselves with heaps of commitments and work, people hardly have the time to sit down in the quiet night, get their senses heightened, and think about things that are safely tucked away at the corner. And I hurriedly swallowed the lump in my throat, being the old sentimental me I thought I lost, and looked back into the past with renewed strength and strange revelation. Because I used to miss the past too much it became an anchor holding me back, but now I’m just smiling and grateful for things that happened and people that entered my life. And revelation in that I have been so caught up in my present circumstances I neglected my extra capacity to care, and acknowledge. As time blurs the jagged edges of vivid moments and casts a fog of vagueness over them, I just hope my memory doesn’t fail me, and my heart still knows how to feel.”
rollercoaster rides and dizzy highs 