Soft white flakes began to fall from the black evening sky. It shone, reflecting the Christmas lights on the streets of The Greene. Around me, people kept doing what they were doing, unfazed by this change. But I was. It was the first time I've seen snow.
I smiled a little smile. It was as beautiful as I'd hoped.
Video take from YouTube.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Another year
During one or many points in our lives, we wax philosophical about the meaning of life and drown ourselves in a sea of existentialism: Why is there life? What is my purpose in this world? Is there really a God? Do I matter?
Normally, this bout of Kierkegaard-ism arises during significant moments that remind one of his /her time in this world, i.e., the birthday.
Memories are odd, aren't they? There are times when I remember things so vividly, it's like I'm reliving them. And there are instances when I am reminded by other people of their own memories with me, and I wonder why I have no recollection of them.
It's even more odd how some memories seem like they only happened yesterday. Like when I turned eighteen -- officially an adult, filled with lofty dreams that couldn't be tied down.
I remember my dreams then, and I am reminded of my reality now. I realize I have been an adult for a while now. Where had time gone? What had I done with my life? Why wasn't I where I thought I would be when I was eighteen? Did I make the right choices? Should I have done anything differently?
Then I wake up from this hazy daze. I look at myself in the mirror. Perhaps it's not that I have not achieved the dreams I had dreamed before, but that my aspirations have changed. I have changed.
I'm sure I have dreams from when I was eighteen that I still wish to fulfill. But now, I have taken a different path. And maybe - just maybe - there's a whole new road waiting for me to take.
Normally, this bout of Kierkegaard-ism arises during significant moments that remind one of his /her time in this world, i.e., the birthday.
Memories are odd, aren't they? There are times when I remember things so vividly, it's like I'm reliving them. And there are instances when I am reminded by other people of their own memories with me, and I wonder why I have no recollection of them.
It's even more odd how some memories seem like they only happened yesterday. Like when I turned eighteen -- officially an adult, filled with lofty dreams that couldn't be tied down.
I remember my dreams then, and I am reminded of my reality now. I realize I have been an adult for a while now. Where had time gone? What had I done with my life? Why wasn't I where I thought I would be when I was eighteen? Did I make the right choices? Should I have done anything differently?
Then I wake up from this hazy daze. I look at myself in the mirror. Perhaps it's not that I have not achieved the dreams I had dreamed before, but that my aspirations have changed. I have changed.
I'm sure I have dreams from when I was eighteen that I still wish to fulfill. But now, I have taken a different path. And maybe - just maybe - there's a whole new road waiting for me to take.
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