Turn Back the Pendulum
Ok, so I've stole the title of this post from Kubo sensei (which happens to be the title of my favourite arc from the series, but I digress), but this time round, we won't be heading back a century ago. In fact, strictly speaking, it hasn't even been 10 years yet.
As I had difficulties falling asleep last night, I rummaged through old letters, postcards, photos and even my old report book. (Gosh! my napfa results were so much better then. I suppose the regular basketball sessions during reccess did help.) To think that in those days, we actually had so much energy to do a million things then, and it was so much easier to pen a postcard for each other. I've also managed to dig out the class photos that we took at the end of Sec 4 and I felt very nostalgic looking at the combined class photo. All of us looked so happy then, and I really mean all of us. In my other class photos, there's always someone who will have an unnatural smile or something, but everyone in the photo looked like they were genuinely happy. Maybe it helps that it wasn't one of the formal class shots where all of us had to stand according to height and look straight at the camera (and yes, that means no cheeky hand gestures allowed).
But, were we truly happier then? Thinking rationally, I'm sure we had our fair share of worries and problems back then, what with the Os and the As, all the inter-school competitions, teacher troubles and the "shit, -insert teacher- is coming and I've just -insert school rule that was broken-" scenarios. But with time, they all seem to be relatively trivial and unimportant compared to our troubles right now - jobs (or lack thereof), final year projects, relationship problems, lack of money, stress, stress and more stress. Fair enough, our worries will change with time. After all, our priorities are different now.
I always feel at a loss when I hear of friends who have broken up with their respective partners. I have no idea what words should I say or what should I do, maybe there isn't anything that I can really say or do to ease the pain, or maybe a simple hug will do. I don't know. But I do feel the urge to beat the crap out of those guys who have hurt my friends (it's probably not a good idea to announce my violent tendencies, but oh well), though it's not as if I'm strong enough to do so to guys who are so much stronger and taller than me. I suppose I'm a bit over-protective of my friends, but it hurts me so to see them sad and not being able to do anything. I'm starting to sound like an angsty teenager again.
Though, how I wish I could return to those days.
But one can only wish.
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