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Remember ten years ago? When getting permission to stay awake till eleven on weekends was a HUGE achievement. Had never thought that at some point in life, i'll be struggling to go to sleep having stayed awake all night.
As grownups, adults, at the end of our teens, we have become so busy with the go of life, with trying to keep up with the schedule, with studies, with jobs. Most of us occasionally, laying in bed, think of what life is, what it has become, to where it's going. We miss the old days, worry about the future.

Remember uniforms? Remember lunch boxes? Water bottles? Separate notebooks for classwork and homework? Geometry boxes and school bags. Cartoons like thunder cats and captain planet. Birthdays, going in coloured clothes to school, distributing candies. When the most serious problem of life was not having done the homework, and not getting permission to go to friends' house. When grown-ups could make everything right. When the kid with fancy crayons was the luckiest person ever. Those very basic, pure feelings. Getting a star on your hand, swinging high on swings.
No matter how perfect life becomes, these days can never come back, right?

Today i sit here remembering those innocent days. Tomorrow i'll be missing the university days. Twelve years from now i'll be missing the job days, the unmarried life. At 70, at night i'll be thinking what a life it has been, with all the ups and downs.
This is what life is then, memories. Everyday, each moment, each person, all are meant to become a memory one day.

Thoughts

Ah, and this time of the year again. A month after the new year's. Another year, the same life. People making resolutions, and then not fulfilling them.
Then isn't everyday a new year's eve? Making resolutions, daily hoping life gets better the next day. Going through the day and wishing for a new start every morning.

It's ironic how time passes. We wish for a better year ahead, yet every new year's night is the same. It's just a matter of milliseconds when the current year becomes all past. I read somewhere that today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. When i read it, i kept thinking for hours how we all live in the future. Today, we worry about tomorrow. Everyday, we worry about things to come that day, chores to do on the evening, a meeting two hours later. A lecture half an hour away. We never really do live in the moment, do we?
Just in that moment, with no worry or thought about the next minute. Instead, we just plan about the next hours, the next day, the next week, the next month, the next year.

A whole year has gone by yet again, and it's already a month in the new one. Life totally changed as the year got older. And still, it seems as if it never really changed.