Life is great

How long has it been already, a decade? As I look back at all my past memories and all the new memories accumulated throughout the years, I can’t help but feel a strong sense of nostalgia.

All those old emails and chat messages, old photos, old memories, and old mementos. They all spark such wonderful feelings of familiarity and makes me long for the past. How great would it be if I could just go back in time and relive them? Perhaps I could try again, fix some of my mistakes and even do away with a few regrets.

And yet, look how far I’ve come. I’ve made so much progress, met many new people, visit plenty of new places, and made so many new memories over the past decade. It’s as if I’m a completely different person now. Perhaps it’s because I really am.

All those past mistakes and old regrets, they don’t mean as much to me anymore. Why would they? I’ve long since removed myself from such old worries, I can’t help but see them as yet another interesting tale to tell. A story worth telling, purely for the lessons learned, if not for entertainment reasons.

They say that time heals all wounds, wise words indeed. Life isn’t perfect, we aren’t perfect, no one is. So it would only make sense to stop holding on to the past so strongly, let time seep into your soul and ease your burden ever so slowly. Regardless of how many times you relived those past experience, trying to change things to your liking, thinking of various witty comebacks and whatnot, nothing will change.

Just accept it as something that happened. Given enough time, everything would feel distant enough that they no longer matter. Distant enough for you to realize that it has nothing to do with the current you anymore but rather, it’s a story about your old self. Accept that it’s nothing more than a memory of a time long gone and a story about your previous self, a part of you that no longer exists.

Life is great and I’m certainly happy with my life thus far. It’s because I find comfort in knowing that regardless of how I live my life, it will be nothing more than a series of memories in a few years time. Be it good memories or bad memories, they will be my memories nonetheless. Memories of all that has happened, memories of who I used to be, memories of the times I’ve cherished. What more could I ask for?

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