The only thing I dread about the past is that I am not able to make it stay, to not make it last forever, to not bring them all along to my present and my future, to not have met the new people I know today at that time and space where my youth was full, alive and rewarding, to not have known everyone at the same phase, and to not make them all come together as one, as today I have known most of you, at different times, different phases, different courses of my life, whereas most of you are of the same ground, the same interests, and have the same ambition. To be one. To be happy. To find new meaning. To find it all together. But we are all uncapable... to make it all stay.
Leave it all behind.
Today, we speak of the days of our young. How we have briefly known each other, but just too busy playing with nonsense. So we weren't in the same "gang". :) Too busy being happy. Too busy with curiosity. ;)
We were happy. We were searching. We were music. Banging the drums at our own beat. We were there, just didn't know each other. Kotaraya. Central Market. Bukit Bintang. PJ (Pee Fuckin' Jay!!). Here and there. Everywhere.
A flux, spiraling and moving, that meets at the end of the road. Now, all tired and phased. Moving forward. No more turning back.
All we can do is, smile of our pasts. And work for a better future.
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