a distant call and the familiar voices.
sometimes i wonder if i cling on to things excessively. some things dont change, but most things do, because people move on to better places, to seek greater heights, and new comforts in another stage of their lives. it is like driving on a highway - if you slow down, you either get overtaken, or hit by the traffic behind. sometimes, you may find somebody who is driving in the same direction and the same route as you, but eventually, they would take a different turn somewhere along the way, to head to their own destination. or you may choose to follow them for the sake of companionship, only to discover later on that that is not really where you want to go. i like the present, but the past always seem more appealing. maybe because the past has already happened - it makes me more secure, rather than to struggle in the unpredictability of the present and the future.
the days of my youth is over, and i have passed my prime.
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