Have you ever stopped in the middle of your life track, and looked back to all the muddy path you've ventured. And silently wishing to take a few steps back to repeat some of the fun you had had along the way?
I had, and I'm doing it right now.
Life is like moving in a bullet train. You go by so fast that everything outside becomes a blur. You become indifferent to the little details because everything you ever think of is how soon you wanted to reach your final destination.
But there'll be one point where you'll eventually wish everything would become slower, calmer, at a steadier pace. Then only will you notice the gentle sway of the cat tails, the blues of the sky, the little dent by the bullet wall. You drink in every small details to the point where you'll become overwhelm by how intricate, how graceful and how amazing is the small things that you've neglected before. You started wondering about how much you had lose in the course of desperately trying to match up with the pace we are living in today.
I'm at that point now.
You'll never fully appreciate something, untill you have lost it.
