Many a time, I really hope that I might have had my laptop with me, or at least some devices which would have allowed me to post my keenest desire at the correct moment. Today especially, there were so many moments of intense feelings- those of nostalgia.
For one reason or the other, I thought about my childhood, which undeniably was the favourite phase in my life- the kind of attitude I adopted back then (may be too heavy a term used for a 4 year-old kid, but oh well...), and in contrast with what I am going through today, the observation is inevitable. People change, more often that not, for the better (irregardless of what aspect, even if it means to become more despicable)- for some others, the nicer term we'd like to be better associated with would be grow. Then comes the question, how might I have grown? With a tinge of regret, and perhaps a lot more resentment, I lament the change I've had so naively forced myself to go through. In the past, I used to pridefully boast about my deliberate transformation from an introvert to an extrovert, but the repercussion is hitting back stronger than ever- it has backfired.
As much as I would love to rediscover the old "me", I am, at the very least, glad and grateful for the salvation. This week at least, my resolution is still strong (and I would of course want it to last for as long as possible). I have been spending a lot more time with Daddy God and regardless of the lack of affirmation, the peace that entails is something which few can comprehend. An irony- how much more I've enjoyed my childhood than now, and yet I was yet to be saved back then. My only reason- faithful and merciful Daddy God knew me, cared for me, and loved me before I even knew Him!
At random moments, I do feel nostalgic over a certain childhood desire. When I was a lot younger, I used to spend many Sunday mornings at home with my family- getting sunbathed in the living room; watching the standard Sunday morning television programmes; even weekly games with my Malay neighbor and my sister. Simplicity, and perhaps a lot less freedom (or rather options as to what we can do), but the contention that I derived from such has lasted til even today. I longed for such extended breaks again- the primary school holidays I spent in Malaysia; even last year's trip to Hong Kong. How distant is that?
During the 10 minutes break in between lessons today, I had a power nap which felt like it had lasted for a few hours. During which, I had a dream of which many people were inside. Faith, Xiao Ping etc. Only then I realise, much of the memories are gradually being lost because time nowadays does not permit us to go and think about the past. Indulgence in the beautiful and sweet memories is becoming a luxurious activity. We ought to look back a lot more- the days in primary school, in kindergarden, with the family, with the slightly more distant relatives. Those were the days, and those were the time- from which we've grown and gotten shaped up to what we might be today.