Nostalgia is such a haunting and beautiful word. It can stir up emotions you didn’t know existed and make the most commonplace things sublime. A walk on the road, silly banter with friends, two cups of coffee, a surreptitious call at 4 in the morning… the weather – anything the mind has seen or experienced, even things it might have hated eons ago.
But the human tendency to embrace the familiar comes into its fullest force when fate threatens to seize all one has learnt to love, it dares one to take that final terrifying leap into unchartered territory.
It’s not fitting for someone like me to muse about things that I technically shouldn’t be concerned with, at least not for another year. That’s exactly why it concerns me though. Having gone through some absolutely brilli-aunt and heart tugging posts, I cannot but confront this question – will I feel the same a year hence? Or even remotely close? Sadly, I already know my answer. I won’t.
Yes, I’ll miss my friends, but then again, I always know that the best ones will stay with me. I wonder now whether these garbled ruminations are a product of my overworked, sleep deprived brain, trying vainly to procure some semblance of sense at six in the morning. Whatever be the case, the feelings tugging at the corner of my brain aren’t happy ones. Life’s weird… and my blog’s updated. Toodles. :)
But the human tendency to embrace the familiar comes into its fullest force when fate threatens to seize all one has learnt to love, it dares one to take that final terrifying leap into unchartered territory.
It’s not fitting for someone like me to muse about things that I technically shouldn’t be concerned with, at least not for another year. That’s exactly why it concerns me though. Having gone through some absolutely brilli-aunt and heart tugging posts, I cannot but confront this question – will I feel the same a year hence? Or even remotely close? Sadly, I already know my answer. I won’t.
Yes, I’ll miss my friends, but then again, I always know that the best ones will stay with me. I wonder now whether these garbled ruminations are a product of my overworked, sleep deprived brain, trying vainly to procure some semblance of sense at six in the morning. Whatever be the case, the feelings tugging at the corner of my brain aren’t happy ones. Life’s weird… and my blog’s updated. Toodles. :)
