its been awhile since my last post, im not sure if anyone still comes here but if they do and have been expecting some sort of update, i do apologise. the past few months since the semester begun have been crazy but its the summer break now so hopefully i can post more stuff; and this is wayyy overdue but yes, no longer a freshman! i'll probably do some reviewing at a more private platform, and at a later time considering how i have a flight to catch in 9hours time? AUBC in manila for the next 10days. might have mentioned to a couple of people how im not exactly looking forward to being away for such a long duration but im not gonna repeat that here. suck it up and just gonna go through it. and before i blabber on, happy (belated) vesak day.
anyway i came to this sudden realization/enlightenment earlier in the day, which actually prompted this post. i've never been good at articulating myself, so im gonna try my best to pen it down because it hit me, hard. well basically, i was in a mess and i felt that i lost myself a bit. i suppose i delved into the past a little too often to find the person that got left behind, to get back what was lost. on hindsight, i have no idea how i even ended up where i am today but that's not the focus of this post. i held on to things of the past because they were known and comfortable; most importantly i liked (portions) of it.
"The future is scary, but you can't just run back into the past because its familiar. Yes, it's tempting..."
it took a book and someone to say it aloud for me to finally understand how anything to do with the past is completely and utterly irretrievable; by reading the words, the tone, the gaps, and the desperation.
