Ever looked out of the back window of a car, or a vehicle?
I do that plenty of times as a kid and thought it was kinda cool to see the road seemingly unraveling before my eyes, then get carsick and occasionally feel dizzy, then stop.
And today, as I was taking the LRT back home, I looked back at the parts of the track that had been gone over, then realised that it seemed...interesting, even nice. After all, it's a road you've traveled on before. When you look back, there were memories to be had, especially the good ones. You know what happened, where the road bends, how it twists and turns, and what transpired.
But I realised that doing so wasn't exactly the best thing to do.
Looking forward was the only thing we should do, though ultimately many of us are still stuck to the past.
Times change. Feelings change. People change. Everything changes. After all, the only thing that is constant in this world, this society, is CHANGE.
Yes, those memories were wonderful. The times we had, the fun things we did, the happiness we felt and the friends that were around to make us feel comfortable and cosy and as though everything in the world was just about right.
But nothing will happen if we just think about it and wish we hadn't.
That, is an obvious sign of regret, subconscious or not.
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And perhaps, just like a few close friends said, it is time for me to move on.
Some of those memories were great. Some were painful, and there are still times I wished that I could go back to those moments again to experience the joy, the warmth, the sweetness of the situation or instance. Or even go back to do something so that mistakes could be rectified.
But no matter what....A mistake in the past IS still a mistake.
Just as memories will always remain as part of our past.
Be they GOOD or BAD.
Move on.
It takes time, but perhaps it truly is time....
....To move on.
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Post was inspired, of course, by the number of friends posting/writing about their memories and past experiences and how it was all better in the past, yet knowing they can never go back to that time.
Like in the army, things were so much simpler.
Like in an old clique, friendship was so much less complicated.
Like in a previous organisation, it was so much more fun, so much more stable because you knew everyone.
But like those who posted or wrote about such things, perhaps its time to turn away from the back window, straighten up with a smile and look to the front, and say:
"It's Time to Move On."
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