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Girl:
I see.
I feel.
I walk.
I lived.
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an old couple walks into the pharmacy where i used to work, looking for a basic commodity- Nivea Moisturising Cream. they were taken aback when they could no longer find the product tt accompanied them through many dry days n with innovations such as "Intensive Moisturising Cream", "Night Renewal Cream", "Whitening Cream", and the likes in its place.
for the young, we would probably have briefed through the description and settled with one closest to our needs. but for them, their need is probably not one tt is in lieu with the product. rather, it's more of struggling in search of a sense of familiarity in a world they hardly reconised.
otherwise how would u explain why they, while trying to overcome the stabs of pain credited to rhematism, would rather walk a few more shops just so tt they can get a similar product minus the word "intensive"?
our world today has evolved in a way far beyond their imagination, just like how it will be 50yrs down the road. ppl speak a language they can barely understand, their values differ vastly, the music beyond understanding, even the jokes dun sound half as funny.
it surprises me how it got my attention when a few yrs ago, when a teacher of a fatherly figure criticised the music we listen to as noise and i was able to simply laugh it off. (i miss him, i miss the times we sat in his car humming to oldies, i miss the times we turn up in his office to steal with his sweets n i even miss the times i sat outside his office for hours just to hitch a ride. n i regret for the poor grade i gt for math even though he's miles away in new zealand, i can vividly c him shaking his head reprimanding me for for not studying hard enough.)
n now, this old couple in search of this familiarity struck me deep down.
mayb because, as young as i may be in comparison, i am also seeking familiarity in a place of unfamiliar faces and emotions.
i guess this is life. it does not matter whether u despise changes or embrace them, they still move on, with or without ur consent.
this is life. changes are a complement of time, they move in the same direction. as long as the clock ticks, it is taking place.
life is a cycle.
♥ 6:27 PM