hmm, it's been a while
Post #51. Can you believe it, I stopped just after 50 posts.
That said, actually this is the second attempt at #51. I wrote this huge long thing and my computer crashed, and I have not yet recovered from that one yet. (just recovering, maybe)
As the last attempt, I want to write in English...
Actually it seems that I hardly write in Chinese. I wonder why is that.
I saw some pictures of Chicago today. Chicago really only have those few notable tourist places: Lakeshore drive, Navy Pier, Museum of Natural History, Michigan Ave, and such. But the point is that most Chicago tourist pictures would invariably include photos from those locations. Those are also places that I spent a great deal of time back when I lived there, and I can recognize a lot of it from the photographs.
Was Lake Michigan so blue those years ago? Was the sky so clear? Why do I feel nostalgic for that road? That skyline?
The past is always sweet. I wonder, will this moment become a sweet and nostalgic past for some tomorrow to remember upon? Will whatever tears and sorrow, whatever bitterness and despair, be fermented and distilled into a memory that I will remember fondly upon?
Maybe we like the past because of the certainty it embodies, because we know where and how the story proceeds into today, and maybe we are nostalgic to the past not because today isn't as good as then, but because we simply don't know if the story will turn into tomorrow as certainly as it into today.
That said, actually this is the second attempt at #51. I wrote this huge long thing and my computer crashed, and I have not yet recovered from that one yet. (just recovering, maybe)
As the last attempt, I want to write in English...
Actually it seems that I hardly write in Chinese. I wonder why is that.
I saw some pictures of Chicago today. Chicago really only have those few notable tourist places: Lakeshore drive, Navy Pier, Museum of Natural History, Michigan Ave, and such. But the point is that most Chicago tourist pictures would invariably include photos from those locations. Those are also places that I spent a great deal of time back when I lived there, and I can recognize a lot of it from the photographs.
Was Lake Michigan so blue those years ago? Was the sky so clear? Why do I feel nostalgic for that road? That skyline?
The past is always sweet. I wonder, will this moment become a sweet and nostalgic past for some tomorrow to remember upon? Will whatever tears and sorrow, whatever bitterness and despair, be fermented and distilled into a memory that I will remember fondly upon?
Maybe we like the past because of the certainty it embodies, because we know where and how the story proceeds into today, and maybe we are nostalgic to the past not because today isn't as good as then, but because we simply don't know if the story will turn into tomorrow as certainly as it into today.
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