The semester is almost done and of course, I am overwhelmed with a sense of bittersweetness.
Sweet in all the memories I’ve made; bitter in all the stupid tests and stress caused by examination when I want to simply pursue knowledge.
Sweet in all the fun moments I’ve had with my friends over dinner; bitter in all the pain, rejection, fails I’ve had to endure–but in an odd way, those moments are sweet too.
I’ll miss this
I’ll miss being young. I still am young, don’t get me wrong.
But as time fade, it’s a wonder why time only moves forward and not backward. If I could travel back in time, I’d travel back to these days that I am currently living because I know I am happy. I wish I knew when the “good old days” were as I am living them. Actually, every day is one of those days, I just need to make the best of them.
Writing is fun. Writing calms me.
So does meditate.
I can’t wait for the future. But I also want to preserve the past and the present.
It’s good to enjoy the moment as it comes though. And I’m trying to do that more
“Each of us is looking for a path back to the present: We are trying to find good enough reasons to be satisfied now”