some really interesting things happened recently and the first that came to mind was looking through old pictures together with my mum.
i when i said old, i mean OLD. OLD as in when my mum was my age OLD.
slightly yellowed though they may be, they fossilised memories of year past and reminscing, my mum began telling me about the significance of each picture, and the story behind them.
from her best friends, to her siblings, to those who she's inevitably lost contact with, to my dad, their dates, and of course wedding the pictures recorded them all like a dutiful and faithful historian, preserving the youth of my parents then.
and it was perhpas then that i appreciated my parents really for who they are, and understood them a little more - that their youth was perhpas not quite as different from mine, the abscence of facebook and handphones notwithstanding, their's was, arguably, a more exciting age, where they would go camping and hking for the thrill of it, not just merely shopping center hop and watch movies like we do. but my parents were young once, and were so very differnt from the mature adults yoked with responsibilities now, duties that i am so determines to out-run.
what used to be.
perhaps this phrase could be said without a tinge of regret. optimism. i choose to say it with optimism for the future, and whatever it holds for me.