The sunset beholds sad memories. Seeing such a beautifully marvelous scene is … *sigh*.
But coffee has nothing to do about it. I umm *sigh* thank you for the beautiful time today. Thank you so much everyone. You have probably realized that it’s not my normal self and for that, I apologize. I guess it’s one of those days you wish you never lived most of it-if not all- but nonetheless, there’s always something to cherish when we are old, it’s you, friends.
Without friends around us, life would never be bearable. To friends we run when we’re happy and share happiness with, and to them we run when we are sad, cry on their shoulders as they till us “don’t cry, it’s gonna be alright”.
People come and go. Something that has always been going on, just like sunrise and sunset, full moon and crescent, pain and pleasure. Friends, people we probably hated at the very first moment we have met, are those with who even the little things in life we share with. Friends are everything to someone, anyone, to me, and you.
There is always time for something; happiness, sadness, laughter, tears, hugs, kisses, positivity and negativity, and each will take its time and soon go away replaced by something else no matter how long will it stay around.
Someday, my time will come, and when it does, I will make the most out of it. But since yours has come, enjoy life with your friends and spend as much time as possible with them because when the clock ticks, you’ll miss all of the moments, happy and sad, and tell whomever you meet about how great and wonderful these friends you have back home. You will even look at your pictures together, drop a few tears and feel homesick. At this very moment, the situation at which you too this precise picture will flashback in front of your eyes, tears flow faster, take a deep breath and say: “God! How much I miss these days. Good old days”.
Three days ago, I was talking to my mother about how bad life has been to me recently. I told her how the things I wanted the most, never happened. The things on which, everything relies on. I told her how much worried and anxious I have become lately because of how stressful has become, and how I am starting to hate what I am going through. She smiled and said:
– You know? I am starting to regret naming you Nader, Nader.
– Huh? Really? Why?
– Well, your whole situation is rare. I have never heard of such a compilation of bad luck. This should be a Guinness record. (Yea! Sarcasm. SMH)
– Is it really this bad, mom? What should I do then? What should I do?
– Just have some faith.
I will stop here because there’s nothing more to write. Mind’s blank.
One last thing: appreciate your friends. Appreciate the moments you spend with them.