I miss my friends

You know, I had a very long nap this afternoon--well, if merely two hours is long for you, then it was long -- followed by weird dreams, which I could not collect every piece of it. 

But then I received an email, a notification, sent by ever so annoying Facebook service. Someone had liked the post I was tagged in. What post? 

The very post that sent me into deep thinking--right after waking up. 

Let me add to that, I admit that sometimes, I truly wish I could just freeze time or even crawl backward into the time machine and go to whatever year I wish I were stuck in, living in foreverness. But that could happen only in books of fiction stories. Something that I create in my mind. Something that, somehow, we never manage to get our hands on. 

Truth is always stranger than fiction. We craft fiction to match our sense of how things ought to be, but truth cannot be crafted. Truth is, and truth has a way of astonishing us to our knees, reminding us that the universe does not exist to fulfill our expectation. (A Big Little Life; Dean Koontz)

That is something I could not do. Everything has been laid out for us, though I know we could change out fate or paint the life we'd like to live in. But right now, we live in a world with just one moon--not two, such that in a book I currently reading--so there is no other way than to move forward. 

And I too, admit that from time to time, I look back. One thing about looking back is that you'd freeze yourself in that preferable moment, to make believe that you would have your old life back. Although part of me saying that's unhealthy, the other part of me cease to believe. 

I can look at it this way--the problem is not with me but with the world around me. It's not that my consciousness or mind has given rise to some abnormality, but rather that some kind of incomprehensible power has caused the world around me to change. (Haruki Murakami; 1Q84)

I wish I could blame the world for changing.

I miss my friends. :) And yeah, that's you.