It happens without a warning. One moment you are scrolling and reading a few old blog posts and the next moment it hits you. Right in the heart. They say photographs bring back memories.. and while I don’t disagree, majority of the photographs that I have been in, were posed for. Not spontaneous. There is something about spontaneity.
Which brings me to blogs. Words. Words that were written by you. Every story has different sides to it and your words that you have written back in the day, drags you to those particular moments. Its not always a pretty sight. The good old days aren’t always good. But you have survived it.
It feels like a whole different time. I feel like a whole different person. Not necessarily a better person, and that makes me sad, but still a person who has come quite this far and perhaps tried to understand life just a little bit more. Those old days — a whole different set of friends. Countries apart today, out of touch today, out of sight today, out of mind today — and still you read a few words and the nostalgia bug bites you. And when the nostalgia bug bits you…it leaves a scar.
A scar in the heart.