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Monday, May 21, 2007 > Nostalgia

While I was staring into space doing nothing, my computer automatically started the screen saver. Looking through my pictures, laughing and reminiscing, I was suddenly transported back to whatever time that particular picture was taken. Unintentionally, my stupid albow moved my mouse and every happy memory I lost myself in disappeared. Instead, a Word document containing a few pathetic paragraphs I wrote earlier for my assignment replaced all those smiling faces.

Nostalgia hits and it hits hard. I hate being thrown back into the real world so unexpectedly.

Pictures are supposed to be a good thing. Memories that are able to be kept forever. But it also makes it even harder to let go off things. To not look back and wish that things could always be like they were in the captured moments. To move on.

I always wondered to myself, "Have I moved on since coming here to Adelaide?" Sometimes I can honestly say, "Yes, I have." But at times like tonight, when I start to indulge in reminiscence, I truly don't know. It's my 3rd year here, and I think it's really time to move on. Things will never stay stagnant, things always change. To grow, I need to move on. Sure, the past was great. Got me to where I am today, but it is exactly that. The PAST.

Moving on is hard but necessary in life. Teaches me that God is the only constant in my life. How important it is to hold on to Him. Once I lose my grip on God, I have nothing else left.

Wing Sun wrote this at.. 12:27 AM
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