About Going Back

in #life16 days ago

Greetings, nostalgic travelers!

Today's post has got to be short, since I'm especially tired this lovely evening.

I did some Interview Exams, I worked on some projects, I rode a bike for more than I'd think possible, and I ate very good dinner in very good company.

And I also went back to my beloved University Campus while cycling by.

I lived so many stories there. It's crazy to think that I got there as a student almost nine years ago. Life sure goes by fast.

And going back is not the easiest thing to do for me. We carry so much luggage from places we lived so much in.

I like to think that we leave our mark in these places as much as these places mark us.

It's crazy thinking that that reality doesn't exist, and won't ever exist that way again. The people, the places, the bonds between themselves. How can our impressions of reality be so volatile?

Growing up was always something I looked after. It's funny to now be sometimes wanting to go back. It's nothing that needs to be definitive, oh please no. But sometimes I dream about living just a single day in this life of nine years ago. It probably wasn't that much different than now, even though it was entirely distinct.

I do love life and its dichotomies.

I also do hate life and its dichotomies.

I feel grateful. I lived really special moments, and today it felt sweet to go back to a place that was almost my second home. I laughed so freaking much. I loved, maybe not as much, but definitely more than enough. I cried; sometimes by myself, but thank the Universe that I also did it not alone. I met an uncountable amount of incredible people. Some that I hope to experience life with for the rest of my breathing days, and some that I may never see again.

But I'm grateful for each and every one of these human beings that crossed my way; because it was also by crossing by their ways, that I got to the path I'm going through today.

And looking ahead, I feel like I may want to go back to these days like today just a little bit; so I might as well enjoy them the best I can (:

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