All Our lives were searching for something.
Something that gives us peace
Something that makes us feel secure.
Something that makes you feel your time is worthwhile.
Something that makes you feel on top of the world.
Something that gives us peace
Something that makes us feel secure.
Something that makes you feel your time is worthwhile.
Something that makes you feel on top of the world.
And our life is
spent in the pursuit of these things. So often we forget to just sit back and
watch the world go by. Theres so much that has changed. i open the musty
cardboard box and fish out notes written to me in the 9th grade and they make
me smile. Im also slightly amused at how important things that hold no value to
me anymore were back then.
Nostalgia
suddenly hits you hard in your abdomen and its like a dull ache and mental
disease thats hard to overcome. Youre captured as alluring monster engulfs you
in its trap and everything around you is now a blur. And then the memories seep
in. That time when u raced to the bus so that you could get the last seat
window on the way back,The day you tried to bunk your first class, Water
Fights, the first time you were on stage, The first time you mattered, the time
you snuck out of your house and walked around the block at 3 a.m. just because
you could. The times when you ate ice even though u had a cold just to rebel.
The absolute elation felt when you won. When you werent indifferent to
anything. When you didnt know what complicated means. When there was a clear
demarcation between black and white and you werent trying to work your way
through the shades of grey.Where being truthful was the right way to be. You yearn
to go back to being that for most of us in any case. A time when you could be
impulsive, not think of consequences and not have to even think about planning
your next move.
Do you want go
back then ? Of course you do, But
The Past is Just
a Record Of Everything We’re Not.
And i Still Havent Found What I’m Looking For.