50years down the road,
what do we remember of our days when we were all young,
when we all discover what life had installed for us.
the little things that we find joy in, the conversations we used to have

do we remember the choices we made that impacted the path life will take?
do we remember the friendships forged and lost along the way?
if they all matter, will we remember them all?
i do hope so.

it seems life's going so fast now, that certain things have to be left untouched. and untouched it would be forever. lots of friendship were made, lots more broken. one moment the focus was on something i thought held meaning. next moment all were gone. i want to remember everything, i want everything to count. but sometimes, inevitably, things get lost along the way. and by things, i mean friendships too; relationship, someone precious, someone whom i could have known better, or just someone whom i missed out on, never ever had a chance.

and obviously, the things we do now, the many things we are often busy about, the commitments that we have, that is exactly where we will make our friends, and that is exactly where the limit lies. and tht would mean i wouldnt have the chance with anyone else after that. and to know that just makes me feel alittle down.

time does really matter afterall, or should i say, the lack of time.

even right now, sji seemed eons ago. when sji came into mind, i can only think of a few photographic memories etched deeply in my mind. still the same, i know sji had been there for me.

i do not want to forget. but will photographs ever replace that feelings we now have? i doubt so.
but right now where i am, let me cherish those times i have, the journeys with you guys give me faith.

50years down the road, i want to be able to tell my grandson how life has shone on me like how it will shine on you. how friends will come and go, but the memories will always last.

even right now, its happening.
what says 50years later. i guess i will just have more to immerse myself into. much more.
thanks people.