November 28, 2012
The Good Old Times
But this afternoon, Bea and Em finally had to take the bus. In the beginning of the ride, everything was like usual, with the group of people making rude remarks and snickering at "lame" people. But once they started to file out of the bus one by one, Bea, Em, and I finally made up for some lost time, eating, gossiping, and laughing at the stupidest of things. Sure it only lasted for only about 10 minutes before the bus came to my stop, but it felt like such a long time, and I was grateful of that.
Okay, so this story might seem a little pointless to you right now, but I guess, what I'm trying to say is that sometimes we fail to appreciate what we have until it ends. And right now, I'm looking at those good old times, and I wonder, where have they been? When did they leave me? Will they ever come back, and this time, for a longer time?
But at the end, there is no point of asking those questions. I know that those good old times will never be as good as they were before. And you know, I try to accept that. I try to accept that not all good things can last, that they are not meant to be for forever. That the only thing you can do at the end is just to savor...
and to treasure in your memory...
those good old times.