Then, a sudden time bumped you to think about yourself as you live along with reality. You made choices whether to try, to wait or to give up. You lived with your past, present and future. While you started with the change, you molded your personality and be unique. You journeyed to self-realization feeling emptiness and learn nothing. Did it again and learn nothing until one by one, piece by piece you noticed you had picked new lessons from it. Confidence, freedom, love and feeling of belongingness aroused you into such a good feeling you couldn't explain. You realized the people you once saw everyday helped you even if they didn't know it. The value of little things are much more important than materialism in facing your true and inner reality.
They had been part of your life. You were once looking into one thing with them. You discovered a lot of things and abandon neglect. Yet as you finish the things you do with them alike, you want to discover life for your own - you want happiness in independence and never be a burden to someone. You were bound to get separated.
It felt so good it hurts. You stood and saw the future from the present as you look back to the past. When you turn around you'd smile to see the contentment in your heart it made you wander it would be fun to go back. You had fear of anticipation, risks and diversity when you try to discover new things. You wanted to go back because it is common and you already had the foundation of trust with your past. So sweet that you chose to cherish it for a lifetime. You're going to be a great person. So simple yet it touched my heart; I cried.
Nostalgic Compassion
We go to school everyday
I usually lose and drop things
you usually teach me
as we eat sweet chips in a bench
or eat anything around the place
I know this is going to be a wonderful
and as the breeze of air ruins my hair
it was as if life I feel today was gone
I came to wander what's next
as I stand at the side of the crossing lane
I want to feel you still
yet I want to discover my apprehensions
I'm not really ready it soaks me to nervousness
I closed my eyes and opened the mysterious book
it made me realize I need to see me
I want lifetime treasures to stay
but I won't hesitate and throw diversity
but time comes we permanently won't meet
the time we split along with the magical smiles
you touched my heart
I touched yours
we chose our seperate paths
different discoveries, different telescopes
once looking at the same direction
I won't see you as I walk watching the blue sky
and that's when I learn to love you
the time I see the things that mold my being
that's when I learn to step to freedom, my freedom
I will remember it forever, the nostalgic experience
I'm going to miss it everyday
as I play the oracles to understand
behold the four corners of life
but no matter what I see today
it would always be turning and colorful
always sweet and painful
You kid around and evolved. Developed new knowledge and saw progress, not only in wisdom, but also in finding the meaning of life. It felt right to enjoy life everyday as you laugh, cry, smile, be hurt, be nervous, be bitter, feel irritation, dream and feel happiness. You didn't want to drop it and want it to stay forever.
Time passed and some day we would call this as an experience. Everything is not permanent. We would feel the need to be alone as we decide to pick our own different types of ways. It would be the time to see independence and self-discovery. You cry that things have to part, you want happy endings and stableness, but you couldn't wish for life is unpredictable. When you look forward, you would realize it doesn't feel bad to be helpless once and then foresee changes that would make you a better person. You discover your inner light. We shared our lives once, and it would always be visible in our hearts. That's the time you face maturity using your colorful memories as a weapon for tomorrow. We are able to move on.
You learned maturity and felt happiness. Things won't change. You still have them in your heart, something that is worthy to be called nostalgic.
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