Did anyone ever used to write letters to themselves, put them away and read them many many years later?
Well I did. I didn't even remember writing this one, but my mom was throwing out some old books and found an old mini letter I wrote to myself back in 8th grade. How typical of me to write like an idiot back then with a hot hot pink gel pen on some Badtz Maru Stationary.
Of course the actual contents of the letter are for my eyes only, but I can say this:
Oh how things change!
I was so naive back then, with no worries of the future whatsoever. Plus, I was extremely dramatic about some really silly things. How embarrassing. But if only things could be like that now. Now my head is running wild with thoughts and worries. I think, when I find time of course, that I'm going to write myself another letter containing all my thoughts and secrets, put it somewhere, forget it and see what changes and maturing I've gone through yet again. :]
I've been looking through these eyes of black and white for far too long. And now these deepened colors seem so shocking. Bless the cold, cold moon that moves the sea that makes the waves, that made this scene for me to see and be moved. Will my life be long enough to see the things I want to see? I believe this world is just too big for me.
Every cloud that passes by is another cloud I'll never see. Maybe I just try too hard to understand all of these things. Bless the hands of painters who have captured melon skies and starry nights for us to see and feel for all of time.
This life is just a blink of an eye a glimpse into a world we were never meant to see. So don't hang on to anything at all and all the things we have and all the people we have known will fade away so quickly into the deep. And memories of love will be the only warmth we have in the end.
Happy Thanksgiving folks!
