I’m looking through my Facebook timeline, and I’m filled with such nostalgia, I’ve actually teared up once or twice. It’s crazy to be reminded of the connections I used to have with people, and how they’ve faded away. Isn’t it weird that you can be part of someone’s life one second, and the next, you’re reminiscing over old photos of them? And what’s worse is you know you can never go back to being as close to them as you were back then. There’s no rewind button to undo the time where you drifted apart. Friends and exes will be memories. Some good, some bad, but memories nonetheless. On the flip side, I was so young and stupid. I have to ask myself a couple of time if I really did go through that stage that I rounded the corners of my pictures, or typed like a complete moron. I have changed so much from the childish girl with her first love, or the rebellious just-barely high school graduate, to whatever mess of an adult I am now. And then, there are all the memories that aren’t even cataloged on my various social networks (shocking, I know). God, our lives are so vibrant and full of events and people and memories and stories and awesomeness.
I started off this post feeling a little (okay, a lot) depressed, but I’m left with this overwhelming happiness in remembering the past. There are so many lovely moments that I’m incredibly grateful to have experienced, so many people I’m glad I’ve known, even if for a short while. It kinda makes me eager for the future. What memories will I make? Who will impact my life? How will I change and better myself? The possibilities are exciting.
Talk to me.