Ageing

At the age which I’m attending weddings and funerals and actually old enough to understand what we’re celebrating or mourning for.

Old enough to know that

Weddings aren’t necessarily happily-ever-afters  but just the beginning of another chapter.

Death is permanent and no amount of longing or whatsoever is going to reverse that.

Death affects the living more than it does the dead.

While loss is permanent, the pain of it fades and lightens with time, the hole left behind will seem smaller or even less significant as time passes. But also that it’ll come back to overwhelm you with an amazing force that will leave you painfully winded. Like tides, there are ebbs and flows but unlike tides, there is no cycle or pattern. There are only hidden triggers that reveal themselves when you feel all that is associated with the loss hit you like a speeding truck.

 

十二月

雨季

特别适合回顾与缅怀过去的一年。

乌云笼罩着城市, 视线模糊不清但却让回忆更清晰透彻。

记忆随着雨滴的节奏浮现,像咖啡的香气弥漫四周,紧紧地包围着。

闭上眼,沉浸在回忆里,仿佛能把时间倒退,再一次度过这一年的时光。

睁开眼,人事已非。

窗外的雨依然下着。。。