Memories of the Wind.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Scars of life.
Gosh. I am loving every minute of my life. This was the feeling that I got while I walked out of my tuition kiddie's house. Actually, I am always in a supremely good mood whenever tuition is over.
Come to think of it, I have never considered my cup to be filled to the brim, but that was not my intention in life. Content with life as it is, content with what I have.
I liked company of close friends, small talk or crap, be it a simple meal, or a strolling morning soccer. Taking time off for myself in a cosy afternoon or enjoying a quiet night doing what I like without restrictions makes me happy too. Mellow stuff. But I want things to remain as they are.
Unhappy memories and a forlorn past does not cut a sorry figure. Growing from strength to strength from past experiences takes time, but it should not knock a person out.
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My mum showed me her scars yet again; the one which had me, and the rest which is also surgically crafted, yet had a darker overtone as contrasted to the joys of life. Physical pain is forgotten, but emotional pain left much more than stitched up scars.
Yet, that is life.
Come to think of it, I have never considered my cup to be filled to the brim, but that was not my intention in life. Content with life as it is, content with what I have.
I liked company of close friends, small talk or crap, be it a simple meal, or a strolling morning soccer. Taking time off for myself in a cosy afternoon or enjoying a quiet night doing what I like without restrictions makes me happy too. Mellow stuff. But I want things to remain as they are.
Unhappy memories and a forlorn past does not cut a sorry figure. Growing from strength to strength from past experiences takes time, but it should not knock a person out.
...
My mum showed me her scars yet again; the one which had me, and the rest which is also surgically crafted, yet had a darker overtone as contrasted to the joys of life. Physical pain is forgotten, but emotional pain left much more than stitched up scars.
Yet, that is life.
Labels: musings, random, The Emo Club.
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