We get to Place A from Place B, thanks to the faithful yet broken-down bus or sometimes due to the annoying group of blood-sucking bees. Considering how self-driven and inspirational (NOT) I usually am, I am certain it’s the bees that come and give me company when I know it’s time to make a move. Dinosaur I sometimes hope to be. Not because of my good looks (*flips her hair*) but because of my tendency to stay in the past, and become a being that has no place up ahead, at all.
We usually don’t get what we pray for (I need to speak to the top management for their faulty service), but when we do, on a full blue moon, it’s time to dance because everything finally seems brand new.
So as it came to adopt a new schedule, a change that I had been praying for since years, I realised that I wanted to rewind the clock, stay back a little bit and enjoy once again the hellos and many goodbyes.
Is it so wrong to hope for once more, things that you once wanted to get away from and now are a little sad for they aren’t yours any more?