I will soon, in about 6 hours, be getting on a flight to revisit the exact place that this blog has originated from! Am I excited, well definitely! I am curious to see what it will be like seeing the campus from the eyes of a person whose head is finally set firmly on their shoulders, well somewhat atleast! I am not sure why but the desire to go back has been building up momentum in my system for some time now.
Truth is I had a hard time in ISB...Dont get me wrong i have many fond memories from the place, but I somehow couldnt rise above this one incident that occurred there....yup it was a boy...pretty trivial huh?..i completely and wholeheartedly agree! With people starving, being raped and murdered and all sorts of sordid things, a boy was the reason I cried or atleast felt seemingly profound grief!!!???###**
You know at this point, id like to quote Elizabeth Gilbert "There were these refugees from Cambodia that my friend had to counsel. She was worried about how she could possibly counsel them on the horrifying ordeals they had gone through in terms of rape, murder, being left homeless etc. But when the refugees came into her room they didnt want to discuss all that. Their complaints were things like 'i was in love with a guy and my cousin stole hi from me blah blah"
So, I'd like to think I m not alone in feeling bad about trivial miseries! HMPH!
But going back to the point, I am revisiting a place in my past, which held some painful memories for me. And I cant help but think that my most important takeaway is that:
It may not stop hurting today, it may not stop hurting tomorrow, but the day will come when it will stop hurting and you ll be able to revisit the past and not feel anything!
Truth is I had a hard time in ISB...Dont get me wrong i have many fond memories from the place, but I somehow couldnt rise above this one incident that occurred there....yup it was a boy...pretty trivial huh?..i completely and wholeheartedly agree! With people starving, being raped and murdered and all sorts of sordid things, a boy was the reason I cried or atleast felt seemingly profound grief!!!???###**
You know at this point, id like to quote Elizabeth Gilbert "There were these refugees from Cambodia that my friend had to counsel. She was worried about how she could possibly counsel them on the horrifying ordeals they had gone through in terms of rape, murder, being left homeless etc. But when the refugees came into her room they didnt want to discuss all that. Their complaints were things like 'i was in love with a guy and my cousin stole hi from me blah blah"
So, I'd like to think I m not alone in feeling bad about trivial miseries! HMPH!
But going back to the point, I am revisiting a place in my past, which held some painful memories for me. And I cant help but think that my most important takeaway is that:
It may not stop hurting today, it may not stop hurting tomorrow, but the day will come when it will stop hurting and you ll be able to revisit the past and not feel anything!
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