Sunday, November 29, 2015

Thoughts to End the November

It's the year 2015, and the last day of November dawns upon us. 

Haven't you noticed? One's life is but a quick and nebulous passing—we often tend to forget the days that go by, the memories that just fly through. Isn't it a wonder how we easily neglect the seconds that tick, the minutes that drift, the hours that stream? 

Am I the only one that can look back at this year, and say that the past is too far out of my reach to remember? Why is it that we can remember misgivings, yet not recall good tidings? 

These past few weeks, a tone of nostalgia has been wrapped around me. I suddenly miss those whose paths I no longer cross, times I used to think were nothing out of the ordinary, places that didn't seem as special to me as they do now. I think back to how things were, and realise that I never really noticed how much has changed, until I looked at what has happened. 

Who I was before seems to be floating away into the horizon because of who I am now. I've started to regret the absence old me; but then again, am I really any different? Yes—my surroundings, the people with me, the things I immerse myself with—yes, they're all different. Nevertheless, I'm inclined to wonder...did I change along with the world? Did I choose to keep myself as I was? Or am I merely a figment of my own imagination, trying to cover up the girl I call myself?

In any case, the day is tiring, and a new month will wake up fresh. Whoever I am, whoever I'm trying to be—maybe that can wait till later. Despite my hard recollection, powerful memories still fill me, and I'm barely on my feet trying to keep up with myself. 

Maybe, I'll save these thoughts for the new December. Maybe, I'll save them for whoever I'll be. 


Don't let needless thoughts run your head.
Remember: you are the master
of your own world.
A new month is here...
what opportunities shall await?
Stop shaking your head at the belief that
you can and will change.

- (asayoungwriter) Bryanna


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