Dear Diary
It takes time to get used to the new but anything becomes old and ordinary with time. Time, however, undoubtedly
fixes and heals anything. Time can even turn the ordinary into the precious. A little ironic isn’t it? Explains how certain
things become brown yet costly antiques and how certain people, perhaps even
complete strangers, become people that have so much power over our hearts and
our emotions.
Adi turned twenty four yesterday.
Part of me feels that it is unrealistic to reminisce how far we’ve all come. Indeed, Time has played its part. It can
be both a friend and an enemy though. Will there ever come a time in our lives when we
will wish that time had never crossed us, will there come a time when we wish
that we could turn back time and change a thing or two, will there come a time when we wish for more time,
will there come a time when we wish that we knew naught of time?
Human life is full of surprises.
It is amazing how much a human body can grow, how much a human brain can learn,
how fast a human cut can heal, and how much a human heart can love and hurt at
the same time
I have started my quest for my
future university. It is funny how trivial things can shake our dedication and
test our patience. Uncertainty eats us up but somehow keeps self-complacency at
bay. The mystery lies in the approaching revelation to certain anonymities of
one’s future. The need for disclosure keeps us pushing forth with a power that
can only be described as benign. The need to discern and discover this
anonymity will always keep us on the search, driven by this benign force that all
of us are given. Here’s to the search for all things new for life is all but
too short.
Yours always,
Aren.
