Landing in another (very much) failed attempt to complete my Lit PT, I have decided to blog. Had to distribute the Inspiration Run sign up forms to schools, so Lainey and I went to ACS I and RGPS today. When we went to RGPS, I saw Mrs Bong (my P1 form teacher) and I guess it just occurred to me that its been 9 years. Walked around the blocks, found the ceramic tiles which we did for art class in P3 still being displayed on the board behind the canteen. (It’s a good thing that with our blind passion for recognition we carved our names on the front of the artwork). Going back to the canteen, every single stall vendor from 2000 was still there, selling food to all the young ones.

I guess what I felt was not just the nostalgia or the sense of déjà vu, but if at all, nothing but a hint of surprise and amazement. Its amazing, to realize how much things in general have changed since primary school to where we are today; our perspectives, our dreams, our priorities, our life. With these changes hitting us all at the single transition of adolescence, its not surprising how we all just forget what things were like before.

And I think its most of the time that we’re cooped up in own busy lives, we almost forget that things go on without you.

I suppose many would think a life story comparable to a story book. Perhaps a journey, a development, a progression before it finally reaches the denouement and eventually the end. So we simply focus on the main character as he/she progresses on his little adventure of things wonderful and amazing. But the thing is, in life, chapter one of the book moves on. The main character, deftly unaware or simply just nonchalant about the change explores new places, delves in the natures of the untried, of developing crusades and voyages. But by the time he reaches the end, he’s forgotten where he once started out from. Or perhaps he has remembered where he was before, in his memories. But these memories, they won’t remember him.

Its all too easy to say that we should make an effort to check back on the old days because of the relations and the places. Eventually I guess even if we move along, I think there’s one thing that we should remember; that despite the challenges we face, despite the blocked roads ahead of us that leave us wounded and crying, we shouldn’t immediately rip out that page in our book and stop writing. Because before that is a whole legacy of pages that you leave a mark on, even if you once forgot that they were there in the first place. Because those pages are definitely worthy of more. Those pages are worth of overcoming all those problems, worth remembering how much you’re valued as a person, and definitely worth enough for you to write on.

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