A Trip Down Memory Lane
A Trip Down Memory Lane
The stars have been shining brightly under the dark blanket of the sky. Thin little gray clouds hover around casting light shadows on the face of the moon. A few chirping notes from the sound of crickets outside completes the serenity of the night. I have long been fond of watching these diamond-like trinkets sparkling from high above that simply watching them every night gives me this feeling like that of a child given sweet treats. But it seems like after tonight, it would take long for me to be able to do this again. The ticking of the clock brought me back to packing my stuffs for I am to leave early tomorrow morning bound to a foggy place uphill for my studies. I was busy rummaging at my now half empty room when I stumbled into something —-a purple box I had used to compile different things I have gathered and collected for the past years for sentimental reasons. I picked it up and opened it as I sat on my bed. And like the usual, memories flooded my system as if everything just happened yesterday. From that little girl wearing high socks with big laces a decade ago up to that someone who I am now, I can say that I had my fair share of life’s bitter-sweet experiences. And ironically, as I think about it, whether we admit it or not, we could never regret anything life had to offer. Because each of them, whether big or small, memorable or not, success or failures, all of them honed the person we are today. While learning from them as personal examples of our “what ifs”, we are able to measure our strengths and weaknesses. And in some instances we discover hidden parts of ourselves waiting to be revealed for the world to see. “I can’t do this.” “How would you know if you won’t even try?” “I am afraid.” “What are you afraid of? How long would you let that fear hinder you from growing and learning new stuffs? Come on! Come out of your shell.” My
The stars have been shining brightly under the dark blanket of the sky. Thin little gray clouds hover around casting light shadows on the face of the moon. A few chirping notes from the sound of crickets outside completes the serenity of the night. I have long been fond of watching these diamond-like trinkets sparkling from high above that simply watching them every night gives me this feeling like that of a child given sweet treats. But it seems like after tonight, it would take long for me to be able to do this again. The ticking of the clock brought me back to packing my stuffs for I am to leave early tomorrow morning bound to a foggy place uphill for my studies. I was busy rummaging at my now half empty room when I stumbled into something —-a purple box I had used to compile different things I have gathered and collected for the past years for sentimental reasons. I picked it up and opened it as I sat on my bed. And like the usual, memories flooded my system as if everything just happened yesterday. From that little girl wearing high socks with big laces a decade ago up to that someone who I am now, I can say that I had my fair share of life’s bitter-sweet experiences. And ironically, as I think about it, whether we admit it or not, we could never regret anything life had to offer. Because each of them, whether big or small, memorable or not, success or failures, all of them honed the person we are today. While learning from them as personal examples of our “what ifs”, we are able to measure our strengths and weaknesses. And in some instances we discover hidden parts of ourselves waiting to be revealed for the world to see. “I can’t do this.” “How would you know if you won’t even try?” “I am afraid.” “What are you afraid of? How long would you let that fear hinder you from growing and learning new stuffs? Come on! Come out of your shell.” My