I haven’t written in a long time but after some remniscing in the past with a similar soul, I remembered that I used to like to write. Now staring at this blank slate I have a lot of jumbled thoughts that I can inscribe. But with these all thoughts, the memories flow constantly as I roll back time in my mind.
I realize that life always happens in zigzags, ups and downs. But the things we keep is not exactly the memoirs but the bits which impacted us in some way. These bits impact our decisions and defines our identity. Too much of the dark bits and life becomes gloomy. Too less of the dark bits and the difficulty level of life is nullified. I am happy with the bits that time threw my way and the life is full with sunshine and warmth.
I wish I could put a checkpoint to this time and come back here whenever I want.
