Saturday, August 16, 2014

Little Things Called Memories


It is strange how at one point of time, we earnestly want time to fly fast, but when it really passes by, we fervently hope that that one point of time never flies.

To have the chance to go back to where you were fertilized by the sweet and bitter experiences, where you were continuously watered with tests and difficulties until you bloomed as a beautiful invaluable, rarely found flower is exquisite.

And I had that exquisite chance yesterday. It was like unpacking my box of memories and treasured even the littlest things I did with even my most loathed person at that time. All the memories, from the biggest to the smallest surprisingly weighed my heart with longing that my heart was about to explode.

This was the place where my transition from childhood stage to being a teenager took place. It witnessed my embarrassing demeanor and childish acts. It eyed me developed from stage to stage, from immaturity to maturity.

I met friends who did things together. We did bad things and good things and along the way, we learned. We fought over small matters and we made up. We found ways to turn something boring to something fun. We sang songs together, we were the ones who accepted our not mellifluous voices and pretended that we were good singers.

Sometimes, we agreed not to finish our homework so that we would be punished together. At times, when odds prevented us from moving forward, we gathered our spirits and fought them. We shed sweats, blood and tears to achieve what we believed were the best for us.

After years, we met again. And in each meeting. we seemed to never be bored talking about those memories and laughed and sometimes cried thinking of how time changed us and we were still friends accepting each others' weaknesses. Sometimes, I feel it strange to have known our friends' most vital flaws but we still accept them. Then I realize, it is most probably because we had gone through a lot for years and we had already understood each other so to leave them just because of their weaknesses is not worth the memories that we created together.