A Piece of Hope

Time flies so fast. The next thing I know, I’m in a middle of a topsy-turvy ride of life. Yesterday, I was in the midst of nostalgia, now, I’m back to life. It’s funny how life can be too playful sometimes.

I decided to go through some important pieces of my past. I sorted out my old stuff, which I placed inside a wooden box. I was amazed how every piece brought out the memories.

For instance, I saw an essay piece which I wrote back during my first encounter with love. The words are so magical. It led me to reminiscing those moments when I was into that trap.

It also brought out how I was once hooked into essay writing. But that hobby was never realized, I’ve decided to leave it in pursuit of my parents’ dream.

Today, I may not be as contented as others, but I can say, I’m still happy with the path I chose. But I’m hopeful that someday, life would allow me to fulfill my dream. That someday, I’d have the courage to reunite with my passion.