525,600 minutes. How do you measure a year in the life?
Meet Wendy yesterday.
Finally.
Heh.
Had a nice talk, just the bunch of us, and realised: we've all grown up.
In thinking especially.
Learnt to let go, to put things down,
To not dwell on stuff like we did in the past.
Used to be unable to stop ourselves from all the wicked invasions of thoughts
That we know it'll be much better that they'll go away.
And yet, some small part of us,
A hidden corner of our minds,
Just want to indulge and think about it a little longer,
Letting ourselves drown in the luxury of disappearing in our own little world,
Ignoring that hey, life goes on.
I guess we learn to control out lives better now,
Rather than letting it spin out of hand like it always used to,
Nothing that we can do
Except to brace ourselves for the unfortunate consequences that will definitely follow.
Or worse, escape, running from it,
Never comprehedning that although it'll be out of the way for a mere moment,
But it'll haunt you still.
Distance, deliberate or not, and time, really do their jobs like they promised.
Wash everything clean,
Of the past, transforming them into fond memories,
Making it easier to laugh at the past mistakes
Rather than taking them all in and envelope in the useless question of whys, what ifs, if onlys.
It's of no use, just a useless and wasted little dance, as spoken by our dearest Pastor Prince.
Just let go, and focus on the present.
The past,
Although it make us,
Does nothing good if we dwell in it and not move forward.
If we're not moving forward, we're retreating.
You can't stand still.
Because life goes on around you,
The Earth continues to spin,
And others, moving forward while you stood still,
Will overtake you.
Okay, random blabbering.
Heh.
Thank you Wendy!!
I love the pullover. :)
And I don't care, no matter how I play it, it shall keep returning to major hottie!
Haha.
