mood thoughtful
listening to Flowers in the Window by Travis

Time indeed changes a great deal of things.

Maturity, perspectives, mentality, mindsets, attitude.

And in our very own make-believe images of what constitutes happiness, often we neglect the unique destiny that our Maker has so lovingly carved in our very soul. We threw tantrums when those fuzzy wuzzy and picturesque fairy-tale scenario we conjured in our mind faded in colours, started losing its brilliance and lustre. We chained our ankles to an imaginary anchor somewhere along memory lane, stubbornly clinging to what already is slipping through our fingers, persistent in our futile efforts of retaining what was never meant to be kept.

'Til God had to tug at our sleeves and coerce us to move on, for good old days; there are none.
I learnt it the hard way, but i'm glad I moved on.

All is done, all is well.