MAYBE TOMORROW

I wonder how much can a person change? If time continues its flow, if years go by, just how much can a person transform? With time, will that person keep the past and just accumulate all that is to be, gaining and combining, becoming a new person yet retaining the old self? Or would the new pieces overcome and replace the old memories, the old persona, the old behavior? Would he become a different person then? It's actually scary and terrifying to find how someone who used to be very important can become slowly yet progressively into a stranger, how some moments of friendship can degrade into dust, until all that is left are the name and some faint memory of having known each other. All against and at the mercy of time and natural wave of human development..., strangers are created.


It's even more difficult and suffocating to be at the corner, watching how people undergo such transition, how they all cope and go with the natural phase of life, realizing that no matter the con, of that fake outlook that you yourself have changed, that you're simply the same old you--having remained stagnant and trapped at the same place, having refused all the changes you should've undergone yourself. It's just so pitiful to be desperately clinging on to hopeless memories and fighting against all the evolution and chances of growth you could've had. With every opportunity of change you let pass, the old memories just grow fonder and clearer and with it you can let your old self remain unaffected with the constantly changing environment and people; Hence everything change, and you don't. A hopeless adult cradling the memories of childhood.


Hey, even when you've become a stranger whose face someone wouldn't recognize or whose behavior someone wouldn't identify, someone now completely different from the person remembered, could the old forgotten you still break in and give a glimpse to a poor soul waiting? Would there still be traces or fragments of how you used to be remaining under the new face you now wear?


One just can't help but be curious.

Under the influence of a cold night.

A league to fly over.

Coz only with accepting can one un-cling to childhood.

Grasps loosened. Steps to take with the others.

A merry year to the Wing.