I went somewhere. The place filled with old memories of boyhood. And there I saw, from the third person’s view, of my replay of reminiscences.
Though I cannot turn time, the tingly feeling of nostalgia affirms that what has happened really happened. I am so afraid of forgetting this feeling. Memories without feeling are like legends; things that may have happened but quite unbelievable.
The new year approaches and I’m starting to look back. The past has given me strength and in return I have sacrificed my naiveness. In this life of impermanence, let us live more.
Wishing everyone a Happy New Year.
Logen
Happy New Year to you and your family! I look forward to what your blog has to offer in 2008.
Happy New Year to you and your family too, Neoauteur. I hope I won’t disappoint my readers with the entries of next year.
Do start a new blog. Your entries have been interesting.