i didn't know why i had to buy that many cakes home. maybe i did. maybe it was because i knew i needed something to fill what i knew would soon be empty. not my stomach though. maybe a space in memory. a sense of coziness and happiness that cannot be replaced. the sweet and quiet nights of midnight tea and silly games. that amazing something called togetherness.
suddenly i was there, and suddenly i am here. and the carrot cakes taste like something in between. they are not as good, but they are still the best. i always think back and think i could have made it better, be better, and love better, hold on tighter to the time i had, be as pretty and happy as possible. but that is a bit stupid. but every stubborn person is a bit stupid. i am afraid of the way life speeds itself up and disappears, and me being misplaced in the fear of looking back one day and realizing the possible fact of not having been, or tried my best to catch up with its pace.
i think it's time to recollect my buddhist learning.
suddenly i was there, and suddenly i am here. and the carrot cakes taste like something in between. they are not as good, but they are still the best. i always think back and think i could have made it better, be better, and love better, hold on tighter to the time i had, be as pretty and happy as possible. but that is a bit stupid. but every stubborn person is a bit stupid. i am afraid of the way life speeds itself up and disappears, and me being misplaced in the fear of looking back one day and realizing the possible fact of not having been, or tried my best to catch up with its pace.
i think it's time to recollect my buddhist learning.
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