It's Quiet.

1.23am. and everything's deathly still and quiet.

so hard to imagine i was frantically rushing for my projects just a while back.
it's peaceful - deceptively so.

sometimes one wonders how one can have made certain decisions and have done certain things - and look back and regret in another moment.

isn't it fascinating - the way each second passes by, the way one's body passes through time?
who one was one second ago and who one is now - one can never be the same person one was a second ago.


imagine reliving certain moments of one's life. the whole experience.
truly, one can never truly understand the concept of time - what was, what is, and what is to come.
one can only remember vaguely what something felt like - and nothing more.



the people one has known -
those who were once close, those who are, and those who will be.
the ties that bind.
does one ever wonder how long a tie will last?



one could be talking to a person and thinking that that particular person is the best friend in the world, someone who would always be there - only that in a few months no connection/bridge even exists anymore.

there isn't even a particular reason why the friendship dies off. it just does.


the times and tides of life shift us further and further away from our friends - how tightly do we want to hold on? and if the friend is really precious, would one even let go?


when one thinks of the people that one has let go - or even the people that have let go of one's hand, does one feel bitter? or does one not realise the inevitableness of it all?



people change, friendships change.
no friends truly last forever - the spur of the moment phrase: "we'll always be friends." is but an illusion.
somehow, somewhere along the line, one has to let people go.

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
we all came alone - and alone we shall depart.
one can't take one's friends along with oneself, after all.




past experiences are just that - past. given a choice, would one even want to relive those moments?
does one think that one can change what was meant to be?
if it came to pass - it was meant to be.

but how many times does one inevitably look back during one's lifetime?
would one want to change certain things that happen - to alter their past experiences and thus influence their present?




and yet, it is these past experiences that make us who we are.
would one really want to accept that reality?
this brings the grandfather paradox to mind.











peaceful nights like these are too good to waste sleeping..
sleeping should be saved for the more rowdy ones.