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24 never again

As I sit here in the night, thinking of all that has passed before me, I think of all the missed chances and the mistakes I had made. I took a long walk tonight thinking of all the lovely moments and I could think of the great romances and wonderful deeds I often thought of committing to, but alas they all escaped me. Naah, nostalgia is a disease and it afflicts me tonight.

I think of my parents and sis with the greatest affection I am capable of and the wonderful upbringing I have gotten, with the right values, the right attitude, the right sense and sensibilities. They have taught me to follow the right path and I have erred and the thing that makes me happy is that I know that I have erred. That’s important, I believe.

I also think of wonderful friends I have been endowed with. True to core and utterly reliable, they have made me a better person than I really am. For the past nine or so years, they have borne me with patience and took my best and worst sides in their strides.

The professors and the institutions for making me feel important and desirable. They mean a lot to me and their actions and inactions have made me a more than capable person. The exams and the hiatus that prevails them has made me a more sincere student than ever before.

As I sit here, I also think of the wonderful persons that have touched my heart in more ways than one can imagine. I have thought of them with fond remembrance and deep affection, I often think of myself incapable of. Sometimes I even deeply mourn their loss and then I sulk and am in my deepest darkest of the moods. In times to come, I had forget a few and miss some more, but you will be there till the times to come.

And while I think, I think of myself as never being twenty four again and I decide to be twenty four. So I made myself some stewed rice and canned mackerel and as I often “date” myself… I date myself tonight, all alone, remembering you guys.

Tonight I toast myself to being twenty four and in Paris, the romantic city, the loveliest of them and I find in it people who are willing to give themselves a chance of making it better and better each time. Sometimes there are people who give up to circumstances and then there are some who keep trying. No prizes for guessing which one I will be. I had fight like a Capricorn always does. In the prime of my life, I had fight like the one who loves to fight and live for the day.

No one knows where it all will end but when it will, I will stand true to myself and proud of the chances I took and the roads I traveled. For sure, there has never been anyone like me and never will be.

Signing off from the beautiful city of Paris, the one they extol no end.

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