Monday, February 26, 2018

Down that Lane


Sometimes it's weird how the little things make the most sense. You are reading through a book and the description of dry withered leaves gets you reminiscing about the perfect yesterday. Maybe it was perfect, but those days are gone and thus you choose to remember the good in them. You wonder why the present scares you and the future frightens you the more. You eventually decide to live in the past because it seems much more familiar. But who are you fooling? The past is gone despite the numerous times you relish the thoughts of the beautiful silhouettes.
All in all, the past is like those notes people like to read at the last minute to be aware of what the tests require. The past may offer a guideline for the future. You don't have to do things in a similar way. It is imperative to take on the adventure of the unknown and that's what life is all about. My past, however, is one interesting story; a story of a book that incorporates numerous themes which I might feed on in any article of 'Down that Lane'.

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