Looking back at my college friend's photos of the last three years, I've come into realization that I didn't spent much time with them. That can't be blamed, as I'm not really that sociable, and the most important factor is that I figured I've grown up a lot.

This shows how important is the past to us, serving as a constant reminder of our consciousness. That's one of the reason why learning history is important; not to repeat the same mistake over again.

The fact that I didn't create many memories with my college friends is undeniable, but throughout these three years, I've gained something in return.

That's right, my passion for writing and a lil bit of lingering feelings with music itself.

People look at their photos taken to see how much they have grown up, but to me, it's a bit different. My story takes over the role, and everytime I write/read/edit the story itself do the trick.

I'm glad that, at least, I didn't waste my life away for nothing. I let out a long sigh. My story is the evidence of my life, and it signifies my presence in this tiny little world. At least, in the midst of the loneliness I still have something intangible to hold on to.

Haha, I'm just being slightly melancholic and enthusiastic about my life here. And say, readers, tell me what about your own evidence of life?


Before I end this entry, I'd like to share a song with everyone here.

Labels: Life Documentary, Music