Toying with Old Memoirs and Bluer Skies

Nostalgia

It's always like that whenever you miss the people that you really hold dear, despite your sentiments against them, as well as their shortcomings.

It's always like that, always.

But, I really don't get it why its that why.

It might be some lingering feeling of guilt over the people that you want to prove yourself again. To show that you are worth it, and not just a face in the background of each class picture taken.

I just read some common Bicol terms in the library recently, and it made me feel all nostalgic. Its like black and white images, still and moving, are flashing in my mind one by one - like a movie on repeat. Its like a film, that ceases to end, and would continue to linger, to transcend and to withstand the test of time.

All of them in the picture, including me have moved on with our lives. We chose the path that we want to pursue, chased the dreams that we long for, and made the mistakes that our mind can't fathom just yet. Most of us chose paths that time has been pushing down on us, but some were courageous to go against the flow and cast their own shadow.

I wanted to cast my own shadow. But that's not possible at this moment. Nor at any other moment at a time called youth.

But let's go back.

Once upon a time, I met all of them, and like happily ever after, i will remember them.