I was telling Lynette today how I felt stable for once, like life isn't going to surprise me with things I couldn't take, like things I have wouldn't change much and how everything would be both beautiful but imperfect simultaneously.

After school I met shi cos she wanted to pass me a present she got from Japan and its a preserved rose, it's really beautiful, thank you shi! It got me thinking how some things can be preserved, not forever, but long enough for you to admire its beauty. Just like certain memories, certain people, they stay in your memory for as long as you remember them but slowly your memory would fade over time. You wouldn't remember the details as well, you wouldn't remember how the person make you feel, you'll only remember things that made an impact, the things that allow you to identify with that person. That's all. That's both tragic and wonderful at the same time. Beautiful memories are not less hateful than things you'd rather forget because it wouldn't last, It never did and before you know it, it will become an obsolete and insignificant part of your life.