Apr 2020
As I was walking in a hall, wide and bright, I stumbled upon a mounted spyglass.
Right on the mount, it said that it could let me look at the past. I thought that something that allowed me to look through to the opposite would be much more convenient.
Nevertheless, I looked in.
There I saw 2009 when I worried about when I will get laid.
The songs I listened to were old and good, but never mine.
These memories are blurry, small, and insignificant. But one could never forget what that felt like.
On the other side was 2013, when my mind was somewhere else as I sat near the university pathway when I should be in a class.
The songs I listened to took me as one of their own, at least for the time being.
These memories looked like miniature figurines. Problematic, yet quite small.
Tilting the spyglass, I saw the end of 2016. I was near a superhighway waiting for a bus that might never come. Things were still quite problematic, but clearer. None of those miniatures blurs on the side that just focused on me.
These memories looked bigger, much more vivid. It felt closer. So I looked away.
There I stood inches away from the spyglass. I walked to the other side and it allowed me to see the future.
Everything looked small and unclear. It was as if everything you can see didn't even know where to go.
But they all felt like mine. Like things I never had but always have known that belonged to me forever.
They are Sunday afternoon naps, cups of coffee that are either good or bad (who can tell?), and a lot of hugging.
Again I stepped back. This time because I felt afraid.
There's always uncertainty ahead.
But I was certain about uncertainty then.
The future can come in any way, shape, or form but one thing will never change.
It will always be mine.
Right on the mount, it said that it could let me look at the past. I thought that something that allowed me to look through to the opposite would be much more convenient.
Nevertheless, I looked in.
There I saw 2009 when I worried about when I will get laid.
The songs I listened to were old and good, but never mine.
These memories are blurry, small, and insignificant. But one could never forget what that felt like.
On the other side was 2013, when my mind was somewhere else as I sat near the university pathway when I should be in a class.
The songs I listened to took me as one of their own, at least for the time being.
These memories looked like miniature figurines. Problematic, yet quite small.
Tilting the spyglass, I saw the end of 2016. I was near a superhighway waiting for a bus that might never come. Things were still quite problematic, but clearer. None of those miniatures blurs on the side that just focused on me.
These memories looked bigger, much more vivid. It felt closer. So I looked away.
There I stood inches away from the spyglass. I walked to the other side and it allowed me to see the future.
Everything looked small and unclear. It was as if everything you can see didn't even know where to go.
But they all felt like mine. Like things I never had but always have known that belonged to me forever.
They are Sunday afternoon naps, cups of coffee that are either good or bad (who can tell?), and a lot of hugging.
Again I stepped back. This time because I felt afraid.
There's always uncertainty ahead.
But I was certain about uncertainty then.
The future can come in any way, shape, or form but one thing will never change.
It will always be mine.
