So, the last time that I posted on my blog, I mentioned that I was surprised that I was able to post something for the second time. And, I was.
But, then I see that I haven't posted for close to one-and-a-half months.
*Sigh*
Posting consistently is something that I definitely ought to do, and something that I will try to carry out in the upcoming weeks!
So, then moving, or rather, not moving on; I wanted to write about something that struck me sometime ago.
There's always some time in the day, when I start to think. Just think. It could be anywhere, On the bus, when I'm sitting at my desk or when I'm reading something interesting. And usually, the subject of these thoughts is usually about something that is yet to happen, or something that has already happened in the past.
Sometimes, this could be a really trivial exercise. I would wonder if there were any good footy games scheduled up for the weekend, and that train of thought would take me to a match that I had watched before, and I would smile, the highlights playing out inside of my head. God save those poor souls who wound up on the seat beside me on the bus! Half the time I would be grinning like a hatter for seemingly no apparent reason at all!
I'm still in college though, and inevitably, those thoughts would shift to more serious notes, like the future.
As in, 'the future'. The after-college-future. My poor brain, would wring itself out, speculating almost constantly when it gets stuck in such a rut of thought. I'm fairly certain nearly every student feels the same way.
But, there is also scarcely a day that goes by when I don't think about the memories that I shared with friends and family. This past month was particularly sentimental, with college clubs sending off their final year seniors. More often than not though, a quiet smile draws upon my lips when I reminisce about such experiences. Memories like these age like fine wine, drawing more nostalgia and happiness the more they age.
What struck me most was that none of my thoughts, none of them at all, were about something that was happening in the present. Even thoughts about situations in the present were made with respect to plans for the future and with comparisons to the past.
This leads me to believe that we all travel in the fourth dimension. As in, we always travel in time. Because nothing we do is for the present, but for the sake of the future and in cherished memory of the past.
