I noticed that the places I used to avoid,
are the shortcuts to comfort I use now.
A deep appreciation for what once was,
but acknowledging the irreversible change.
Nostalgia always gets the best of me...
I can’t imagine what it’ll be like in a couple of years.
Some days the urgency to go home
can become overwhelming.
No need for a ceremony or parade.
Just the sensation of being back.
Whenever I get a glimpse of what feels like centuries ago,
that brief moment in time never feels like some big deal,
but it always ends up feeling like something fateful in retrospective.
When you really love the game,
there are no limits anymore.
You cease to exist in the same dead realm of winning or losing.
You don't become another scoreless competition.
You can love the one wearing a different color.
Touch the sunshine.
Rest the moonlights.
Feel free in your wings.
Like a tree, I'll be here.
Listening: "As It Was"
by Harry Styles