As a passing remark I made the two days ago. Time flies. That’s so true isn’t it…especially when we’re facing our past. Time flies. I was at my friend’s birthday party tonight. Ironically his birthday is on April 1st, but that’s another story. You know what? Even though all of us have been apart, I never did see any of the people from his university. All I saw was us…the old batch, the batch that was together in high school, the batch whom we hated, laughed, fought, scored together. Of course, not all of us was there…but most the ones in our batch that were still here was there.
I can’t help but reminiscence those times. Fine there were one of my worse years of my life, but not all of them were bad anyway. First loves, the explosively enlightening experiments, discovering your own destiny in life, skipping school just to watch reruns Buffy The Vampire Slayer, waking up 7am on a Saturday morning to have breakfast in a group then later head on to our regular cybercafe for the hours of Starcraft.
I may have hated most of the life I lived then, but I still appreciate the person it helped shaped me into. If there is ever evidance that nurture triumphs over nature, then this would be one of them. I wouldn’t have worked hard in my own way to oversee to my dreams above the rest, I wouldn’t have tried to understand people and why they were the way they were. I wouldn’t have tried to understand life and the topsy turvy roller coaster it stands for. I wouldn’t have done all those if I wasn’t living my life the way I exactly lead it before.
If I had to go through that again…I wouldn’t change a thing. I would probably try and strangle myself…but I don’t think I would change a thing anyway…ok…maybe a little…I would know the answers to the exam questions I flunked. But lifewise…I think everything has its time and place.
Time flies…I haven’t changed a bit, but I am different than as I started out. When I was the hell scourge of Kindergarden…bullying people by jamming their legs in swings then rocking it back and forth. Moving on to primary school, being bullied now because I was the minority and there was nothing I could do but fight for respect. Crawling through to high school, in the complex painful world bordering on the carefree life of a kid and what it means to be an adult.
All that to now…in a blink of an eye.
What never changes it the dream of a dream that I never want to wake up from. The dream that I go to sleep everynight with. The dream I wake up to every morning. The dream to make real from everything that was gone in a blink of an eye. The dream that drives every man to question the existance of their lives and redefine the world they live and die for.
Time flies…I shouldn’t waste anymore of it for what lies ahead…right?