Change happens even if we don't want to. It is undeniably inevitable.
He is walking on the same river banks.
The current of the water is crisply flowing over the rock formations. There is chirping of birds all around. There are those big trees. There are children frolicking in the waters up the stream.
Everything looks the same but all are totally different. Bizarre! How come it changed when all are still there almost the same as they were before?
Then, he looks afar.
He was walking along the riverbanks with his little sister while trying to catch some dragonflies that came awhile.
The current of the waters was crisply flowing over the rock formations where his friends used to go and dive. There was chirping all around with so much silence while he lied down under the shade of a big tree. His was the voice he heard together with his childhood friends' untiring giggles while frolicking in the waters up the stream.
Once there were laughters. Once there was a sense of familiarity. Though everything is there, but it seems like all is gone.
The past brings us all back to where we belong though life cannot pull back what is gone. But what it serves, the past, is that it is a testament of the way we were, the person we used to be. Funny how it works why only through a distant look or a simple closing of the eyes is the sole vehicle to get to the past.
He is walking on the same river banks.
The current of the water is crisply flowing over the rock formations. There is chirping of birds all around. There are those big trees. There are children frolicking in the waters up the stream.
Everything looks the same but all are totally different. Bizarre! How come it changed when all are still there almost the same as they were before?
Then, he looks afar.
He was walking along the riverbanks with his little sister while trying to catch some dragonflies that came awhile.
The current of the waters was crisply flowing over the rock formations where his friends used to go and dive. There was chirping all around with so much silence while he lied down under the shade of a big tree. His was the voice he heard together with his childhood friends' untiring giggles while frolicking in the waters up the stream.
Once there were laughters. Once there was a sense of familiarity. Though everything is there, but it seems like all is gone.
The past brings us all back to where we belong though life cannot pull back what is gone. But what it serves, the past, is that it is a testament of the way we were, the person we used to be. Funny how it works why only through a distant look or a simple closing of the eyes is the sole vehicle to get to the past.
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