It amazes me (to the point of confusion) how one day, a certain place is nothing but an unsignificant spot in the universe, nothing but a mere scenery of everyday...and then, the day (or weeks) after, the same spot becomes a monument of life, or at least a reminder of an extremely happy moment, one of the few unexpected episodes when the word LIFE lives up to its name. If giving signifance to a place (and/or time) is a crime, then memory is its culprit.
I sit on the train or on a bus, staring blankly nowhere, or everywhere, then boom! It hits you. You reach a certain place, and see a certain spot, a certain billboard, or eating place, or a bench, or a pillar...and you remember (memory), LIFE happened here...
What happens next? It could be two things..
One, you reminisce and thank your lucky stars that you can still make new ones because the memory is still a part of NOW.
or Two, you reminisce and...a pang of sadness befalls you, because the memory is also the past..
.. and the only solace for sadness, is that the future hasnt happened yet, and that the bus, or train where i stare nowhere or everywhere moves on to the next stop.
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