memoirs pt II
It just came to my mind, and I felt like blogging about it, so here it is. First of all, in case anyone., anyone at all, gets the wrong idea, I am NOT, repeat, NOT directing this entry at anyone in particular. -_- It just suddenly came to me and I thought (for once) that I should share my thoughts. Ha, ha. So, what you see below will be just another product of Shu Ting’s thinking too much again. Normal. Very normal. =)
The lines between missing somebody/something and not moving on/accepting can be blurred. But for the most part, I don’t believe that missing something means that you have not moved on. When you’re walking and you turn your head to look behind, do you necessarily come to a stop? No. Your feet can still continue carrying you forward. No doubt it will be less ‘efficient’. But, hey. Even on the journey of life we have to sit and rest and take a break sometimes. And don’t they always say ‘always take the time to look at the flowers on the way’?
Of course, if you don’t ever get up to walk again, or if you rest a little too long, why, I suppose that’s not good.
Missing is not about not being able to let go. Missing is about reminicising happy events in the past. At least, that’s how it is to me. There is nothing wrong with missing and reminicising happy events. Especially when they put a smile on your face when you’re down. Who cares if the stranger sitting next to you on the bus freaks out and changes places because you look mad just cause you’ve got a silly grin plastered on your face, or when you suddenly start laughing to yourself. They don’t know about the happy stuff you’re thinking about at the moment.
Missing something is not a sign of emptiness in your life. Yes, the things of the past are unattainable – because they’re of the past. We should not feel discontented because we can’t get these things of the past back. To miss something according to dictionary.com is to feel the lack or loss of something. I don’t think this is a good description of such a complex human emotion, but, well. After all, there are positive losses, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I am trying to say that just because you feel the lack or loss of something good/happy, it does not mean that there’s something missing in our life somewhere. (OMG, the puns…) memories are just memories, they can’t take up any aspect of our life –
- but they take up our heart.
We miss things because they were dear to us. At least we have memories of those good times, at least we can look back fondly on them. (Bleh, I don’t even know what I’m saying liao…) Because we have moved on, we have left our past behind – BUT how can we ever fully leave behind something that is dear to us? What we left behind were the tangible stuff we can’t get back. (And we know.) What we take away are the memories that can last a lifetime.
People who move on are perfectly normal. Moving on is a good and wise and normal thing. People who don’t move on, though, are also normal. I mean, there_are_such people, though they are unwise… But people who can seriously say they don’t miss anything about the past, well, I don’t believe them. Either that or they are weird and emotionless people.
I miss a lot of things. I even miss things that are still with me, that are in the present. I miss, hm, my bed, for example. I miss first three months. I miss my nokia 6230. I miss my guzheng friends and my other dear friends even though we see each other just about every other day. I miss my cousins. I miss my godma. I miss Hazel. I miss my piano. I miss badminton. I miss slacking. I miss the TV. I miss joking around with my mom. I miss Hi-Chew candy. I miss crapping with my sister, because, heck, is there ever any time to do such stuff nowadays? I miss the holidays. I miss having a lot of Time. Et cetera, et cetera.
I’m a very easily contented person. Small, small iddle widdle things can make me happy. Small, small iddle widdle memories can make me happy. You can despise me for not setting my sights high. You can despise me for being so easily contented, for being simple. I don’t care. Oh, sure, sometimes – a lot of the time, actually – I have my downs. But who doesn’t? At least overall I know I’m fortunate and that I should be content. And when I’m really content… I’m really happy. Amen.
The lines between missing somebody/something and not moving on/accepting can be blurred. But for the most part, I don’t believe that missing something means that you have not moved on. When you’re walking and you turn your head to look behind, do you necessarily come to a stop? No. Your feet can still continue carrying you forward. No doubt it will be less ‘efficient’. But, hey. Even on the journey of life we have to sit and rest and take a break sometimes. And don’t they always say ‘always take the time to look at the flowers on the way’?
Of course, if you don’t ever get up to walk again, or if you rest a little too long, why, I suppose that’s not good.
Missing is not about not being able to let go. Missing is about reminicising happy events in the past. At least, that’s how it is to me. There is nothing wrong with missing and reminicising happy events. Especially when they put a smile on your face when you’re down. Who cares if the stranger sitting next to you on the bus freaks out and changes places because you look mad just cause you’ve got a silly grin plastered on your face, or when you suddenly start laughing to yourself. They don’t know about the happy stuff you’re thinking about at the moment.
Missing something is not a sign of emptiness in your life. Yes, the things of the past are unattainable – because they’re of the past. We should not feel discontented because we can’t get these things of the past back. To miss something according to dictionary.com is to feel the lack or loss of something. I don’t think this is a good description of such a complex human emotion, but, well. After all, there are positive losses, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I am trying to say that just because you feel the lack or loss of something good/happy, it does not mean that there’s something missing in our life somewhere. (OMG, the puns…) memories are just memories, they can’t take up any aspect of our life –
- but they take up our heart.
We miss things because they were dear to us. At least we have memories of those good times, at least we can look back fondly on them. (Bleh, I don’t even know what I’m saying liao…) Because we have moved on, we have left our past behind – BUT how can we ever fully leave behind something that is dear to us? What we left behind were the tangible stuff we can’t get back. (And we know.) What we take away are the memories that can last a lifetime.
People who move on are perfectly normal. Moving on is a good and wise and normal thing. People who don’t move on, though, are also normal. I mean, there_are_such people, though they are unwise… But people who can seriously say they don’t miss anything about the past, well, I don’t believe them. Either that or they are weird and emotionless people.
I miss a lot of things. I even miss things that are still with me, that are in the present. I miss, hm, my bed, for example. I miss first three months. I miss my nokia 6230. I miss my guzheng friends and my other dear friends even though we see each other just about every other day. I miss my cousins. I miss my godma. I miss Hazel. I miss my piano. I miss badminton. I miss slacking. I miss the TV. I miss joking around with my mom. I miss Hi-Chew candy. I miss crapping with my sister, because, heck, is there ever any time to do such stuff nowadays? I miss the holidays. I miss having a lot of Time. Et cetera, et cetera.
I’m a very easily contented person. Small, small iddle widdle things can make me happy. Small, small iddle widdle memories can make me happy. You can despise me for not setting my sights high. You can despise me for being so easily contented, for being simple. I don’t care. Oh, sure, sometimes – a lot of the time, actually – I have my downs. But who doesn’t? At least overall I know I’m fortunate and that I should be content. And when I’m really content… I’m really happy. Amen.
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