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Saturday, November 15, 2008
Live Your Life
It's one of those times, I guess. Another year ending and you wonder what you've been doing with yourself these last 12 months. One year ago I walked out of my last A level paper not feeling very the same exhilaration that most of my peers must've been feeling, only this strange feeling that some period of my life ended right there.
It's nice and fun to talk about JC days, but ultimately all it leaves you with is this sad sense of yearning for something that will never come back. For days where we would play games which nobody knew how to play, and dream about friendships and maybe that little bit more that would never come true. The closest you'll ever get to that feeling now's sold for fifty cents a cup...
I'm stopping here.
There's this tendency now to spiral into what I used to scold some of my friends for doing. Doesn't matter how blessed you are, everyone feels like this every now and then. Thankfully I have also been blessed enough to see how much worse the lives of some other people are. It's always... shocking, to realise that the things you're all so concerned about are so insignificant and trivial compared to the problems of others. And I don't mean the generic 'others' that you read about in the newspaper, I'm talking about people you've actually seen, known, touched in a case where telling them your problems would probably be tantamount to comic relief for a short while.
The hole I've dug isn't that deep, I'm hoping. The only thing standing in my way is... well, once again, myself. Because of the feeling that my little hole might just be a far safer and happier place than the world outside.
Moca wrote @ 8:22 AM
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