Sitting there with the winter sun falling on my arms and reflecting off part of my cup of tea and through the steam rising from it, I felt a great sense of quiet. Tried to remember what I could of my past life. Funnily enough, I remember not actual events, but all that have remained are what resemble snapshots! Why just freeze frames while life is anything but? And another surprising thing is that while I've never thought of myself as a fundamentally unhappy person, most of what I could bring up were snapshots that were terribly depressing. Is it because I haven't had many happy moments? Or is it that happiness is my natural state and I can remember my most wretched moments because they stand out against the rest of my life? I have to sit down and write everything that I remember before I forget altogether.
To people who have given me my best moments in life! I've probably never thanked them for just being there, helping me have fun and helping me through my lows! Some of you have disappeared or faded out from my life. But when I look back, I think I'll have images of some of the good times together till I forget everything!
Rash., Joe, Kraz, Resh., Rajesh, Ajay, Chris, Z., Paul, and the Meta group! Thanks for everything!
ubergeek, the
2 comments:
am sure, most of them are just an email or a call away. tell them how much you miss them. happiness is a choice. and so is sadness, so my friend tells me :)
Tell them every single day death - every single day ;-) Someone wrote in to me that I mistook friendliness for deep affection! For me, friendliness is not possible without deep affection.
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