Revisiting old self..

Life is so amazing… Our brain store so many things that we often thought we have forgotten… Finding an old object from the storeroom or reviewing photos from the past may link up all that has happened before..

Some of us keep part of our memory in a zipped file..those zipped files have probably inflicted too much pain and hurt in the past that we subconsciously just zip them up and throw it somewhere at the back of the ‘storeroom’ in our brain.

Recently, while searching for a long lost friend, I tried ways and means to retrieve back old email accounts and tried to source for information I probably have kept in those dormant inboxes.What I experience in the process of search was that Yahoo email accounts are really impressive.. So long as you remember answers to your security questions, you would be able to retrieve everything back even though you have not logged in the account for almost a decade, unlike my old hotmail account that has been totally deleted in hotmail’s database.

Anyway, while going through the old emails, I discovered that I used to have a secret blog in which I have totally forgotten about… a journal of what happened almost 10 years ago…

My life was so dramatic then..

As I read through the event log, I suddenly remember all the torment that  I have went through during that period of time…and indeed those whom were by my side then remain as my closest friends now…and I am glad and grateful about it…

Reading those old blog entries is like riding an emotional roller coaster. Even though I chose to forget those events for a very long time, now thinking back, it is still part of my life..It is all those bits and pieces all pieced together that makes my life complete.

Its only with those experiences and tough patches of life that made what I am today. Therefore, I have a changed perspective now.. I need to remember.. and I have to recall whatever that has been forgotten..

I need to piece up everything, like a jigsaw puzzle.. so as to reflect and improve.. Trying hard to forget everything is just a form of escape. Its time I face my old self now…




Author: xinymous

i just love to write. so i just keep writing... i love the ocean, love the calms me down. waves come and go.. just like episodes/phases of life... water flows.. i close my eyes, imagine...and that's how my thoughts flow...

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