I’ve always loved to be nostalgic about something. Looking back at a certain time and smiling, knowing it was such a good time. When life was easy and carefree. When you’re not worried about anything. When you’re just there — existing in the midst of the blue sky.
I grew healthier in my province compared to my home — in a crowded city. I believe part of it is because my grandparents took better care of me, I had a variety of friends to talk nonsense about, and I was free to be me there.
Despite the fresh breeze of air and the leafy trees, what I love most are my grandparents. They fed me good foods, and they took care of me better than my actual parents, and I can always always see the hint of sadness when I bid my goodbyes to come back home.
Nostalgia: wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition.
I wish I could go back to the time when I no longer fear failure . I wish I could go back to the time when little things such as raindrops put me on ease and joy. I wish I could go back to the time when I only worry about the huge scratch i got from playing outside. I wish I could go back to the time I look forward to going to my province just so I could live free.
Unfortunately, I don’t feel those feelings again now that I’m much older, I need to face the reality that I can only hold onto nostalgia . I can never rewind time to go back.
-A.L ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
