Nostalgia...

I’ve got nostalgic pavements,

I’ve got familiar faces,

I’ve got my mixed-up memories,

I’ve got my favorite places….

Time doesn’t mature us. Our memories do.

::Memories::

I guess that’s why we cling on to them so securely coz they last forever (Well, if you’re lucky, that is)..

They are like a mirage; So self-satisfied with its own beauty, they make you question its very essence.

Close your eyes. Think of your most beautiful memory. Drown in the nostalgia that envelopes you.

Smile at the plethora of sensations you feel now.

It may be the touch of raindrops against your palms,

Or you playing hide and seek with your imaginary friend,

Loads of laughs and giggles….and then a sudden silence…

A rather comforting silence. Coz you know the silence is going to be followed by a fresh round of giggles..

Don’t open your eyes. Let it all sink in. Transport yourself into your memories.

::Feel::

Don’t let nervousness or even advice take away the originality in you, your individuality.

You are your first responsibility.

:: Fulfill::

Pain is beautiful, if you let it contact your core.
For a body doesn’t feel pain, it only feels change, and interprets its aversion of the new into melancholy, if only physical.
Make love to your pain, but don't flounder.
Grow above your pain, but don't disregard it.
Dance to rhythm of your heartbeat, for you'll yearn for it when it's about to run out.
::Live::

There is just one truth, is the only truth.
Accept the certain fragments of it that you shy away from, for they reside a little away from your comfort zone.
Prices will soar.
Gadgets will malfunction.
Your heart will, at some point, (though I hope I'm wrong) break.
The neighbor’s lawn will be more maintained.
Your car will break down on a rainy day.

You will grow old,
And when you do,
All you will have to smile back at,
Even if that means revealing those fake teeth, intensifying those wrinkles and letting your nostalgia hold you tight till you breathe your last,
Are, your memories.
A reality, that was.
A reality, and just that.
A reality, even if it survives only in your dreams.
A reality, so self-satisfied with its own beauty, it makes you question its very essence.