Perhaps

This blog has been around for so long and I guess i should continue updating it. Tumblr, Facebook, Diaryland, what not. Whatever, I don't think it can beat the feeling of writing on Blogger (sometimes).

I guess that's because this blog has been with me for so long I get sentimental. All those thoughts I had in the past, the innocent, the kind, the naive. Things that won't come back now, people whom I won't encounter in the future, people who changed etcetera etcetra.

I always look to the past. Strange isn't it? People say treasure the present, take charge of your future. Of course, that is correct. Its just that my past just seem nicer? It's like a drug. Constantly telling yourself that hey, been there done that! Or you know, those were the days where I had my glory.

 Maybe its just me.

Not. I have learnt that the world are filled with people, feeling the same emotions - sadness, emptiness, happiness, love, hope. Just that, its just that we can't - we can't relate to each other, we can't look upon each other with that pair of Empathy glasses and say you know, we are the same. Another. We don't derive our happiness in the same way.

 To me, memories are a weight. They weigh so much, I think so much about them that sometimes I feel like the present is nothing. Yet they are all what I have. Everything that screams: "You were here".

 "You're alive."