You're a falling star, You're the get away car

You know how almost every child has one or two personal possessions that he prizes so dearly? It could be a blanklet that has been reduced to scraps, a pillow which has become offensive to the olfaction of others, a toy that has outlived its functionality, a book whose pages have been torn, or even a chair that has been far outgrown - basically items that he spent a good number of years with. Hence, in spite of their condition, these items may still be kept because of their sentimental value as totems of one's childhood.

All of us desire and need a sense of security. Of cos, His unchanging nature gives me the absolute security. But familiarity is a source of security too. This is why old habits die hard, old methods persists, old friends remain so precious. Today, I give thanks for the people who have walked with me for almost a decade (and some more). I'm hardly sentimental, but it's funny how I allowed my mind to drift back to those good old days at the stairway with the guitar and songbooks. I was overcomed in nostalgia, as I felt the joy and exuberance of a schoolgirl once again.

Allow me to end with a song that triggered off the happy thought:



Well, you're not everything, but you're a line in the sand when I go too far.