Listening to your sister talk about choosing her classes for the next semester makes you feel like you are back in high school. Geometry, Physics... Such good old days. I wince because I cannot go back, yet there is a sense of accomplishment in knowing that I have already gone through what she is going through right now.
And there's just something about seeing forgotten faces appear on the facebook feed, going down different paths of life... whether it be drunk-rolling around the University Avenue half past 4 on a Saturday morning or two smiley faces making vows before the sacred altar. These faces of all sorts offer you that sour sensation at the tip of your nose, where you feel like crying but you know that you should smile or do otherwise.
Ah, forgone years, how I miss thee.
Not sure if this is fatalistic or not, but at the conclusion of these contemplations, there always comes a realization that life is so short.
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