The Dust on My Mind #2


I don't know why I feel like this night will be a long night for me. Lately, I am busy with my thesis since I need it to be done sooner or later. However, I have my own style to finish it; 5 minutes to do my thesis, and more than 20 minutes I use to play around with the internet. Nevertheless, in the last minute before I re-open my thesis, I went to my File Explorer because I looked for something I needed in the old folder. I opened the old file, the name of that folder is 2017. Yeah, it is all my picture when I was in 2017. There are many kind pictures of me during that year. I saw my face. My own fucking face. It was cringe, but I kinda like myself at that time than myself in this year. IDK I feel like I was good at that time. I can't say 2017 is the best year for me, but I can say in that year every splendid things happened. Sweet and sour moments happened, yet everything seemed fine to me. Long hair, (almost) clear skin, and so on. I miss those things. I wish I can recall those moments to come over, but this world does not work like that. Thus, something hits me. Really hard. As hard as it could until I realized there was nothing I can do. No matter how hard I wanted it. No matter how strong the desire I had. Still. This world does not work instantly. Further, this night gives me a thought.

Dear me, and dear all of you,
There is nothing we can do to turn back the time. There is no advantage either for crying and screaming over something which we cannot control. The time will. always. pass by no matter what and how you feel towards this life. I do not have  a wise word to share, yet let's be grateful for whatever we have passed until this far. at least. At very least, we still stand on the coarse yet sturdy sand after the furious wind that (almost or already) tears us apart. Hence, here I am. I would like to say thank you for being strong, for being patience, for being powerful and for being yourself. I love you. I. will. always love you. You can through this with all strength and power you hold. You can pass this stage of life since I believe in you. I.will.always believe in you. However, you can stop for awhile to look back; not to regretting something, but to motivate you to do better, to motivate you to not do the same mistake all over again, and to be proud of what you have done back then.
This is a little word from me for all of you who read this : I hope you have a great and amazing day because you deserve it!!

-with so much love, and a warm hug,
Wz

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