An expired seasonal pass......

So it seems, the revertant nature of long distance love still prove to be "prevalent". Revertant would mean from a state of euphoria (context of love) to a state of complete lost (like how many or perhaps a few single souls would be). Perhaps all these are expected outcomes given the slight details obtained from close observations, it is pretty obvious though. Anyway, that's over and now for a new beginning but before that, i would perhaps illustrate my title as to why "an expired seasonal pass".

Perhaps most of you might have more or less got the meaning of it. Love like friends, they DO come at one moment and gone the next. We generally termed them as seasonal friends. Like in the laboratory i am working in, those colleagues are what i called seasonal friends, in about a yr and a half time, i will leave this place. They may remember me or they may not given the fact that we meet so many people in a single day. That's how things work. For sure, i wouldn't forget them simply because i don't have many friends to remember. Many would mean probably a thousand (exaggerating).

So, i was handed this "pass" and it expired just recently. That's life and this is how i cope with it; think through it for a moment, reflect on it and forget about it. This is not always successful depending on the magnitude of emotions that i have put into.

There have been very nice friends who occasionally "sprinkle" their presence on my FB walls and it DOES make me feel cared for even if it wasn't meant that way, certainly it has given me some form of strength to move on with life. You know who you are and i am thankful for all that presence you guys gave me, even here on my blog.

When you are all alone in your world, discovery of life in general seems to be more reliable as compared to having an "extra" commitment apart from your job as a son or a father (pretty clear on what i am refering to). I may be wrong but it seems to be that this is how it is.

Feel so stuck between reality and virtuality, so which is which? The once clear distinct line between the extremes seemed to have merge as one. Maybe, afterall, fairytales are just a written story based on our own imagination on the best outcomes created for each story. As naive as i can be, i still bear hopes on this one day that fairytales are actually true accounts of love that never ends.......

I came to realise one thing as well, it doesn't just take 2 hands to clap but on-lookers to refrain from "dissatisfaction". Shall not comment any further on this. My point is simple, treasure what comes to you that you feel your instinct is right about. When something passes you by, it MIGHT be the last.

Quote of the night....

Bearing the cold weather with the icy tempest in my heart
Setting up the shield of solitude against the radiance of the sun
I cast the memories far into the abyss
Leaving no trace of the past flowing in between.......