Having just woken up from my mid-day slumber, I can't help but ponder upon the little cinematic experience I had whilst in the twilight zone. Oh, I meant I can't stop thinking about the dream I had. Sorry for trying to sound cheem-tastic.
For some reason i can remember it more vividly than I can with most other dreams, and that fact alone is enough to intrigue me beyond measure. Usually my dreams are vague and I'll have very little memory of it apart from the general theme of it. Kinda like the equivalent to just writing a topic sentence in a GP essay without the elaboration, explanation and evaluation (omg did i just...) but anyways, in a nutshell, I dreamt about myself back in the JC years. Yes, there were slight alterations from what really went down but dreams are never real aren't they?
Seeing myself in the third person perspective whilst playing the role of the omnipresent, all knowing narrator (ala Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice) was the shizznits. Uh huh I just used a word that couldnt be found in a dictionary. Digressions aside, waking up, the floodgates basically just threw itself open like how a prostitute would throw herself onto bed (uhm, apologies for the inappropriate analogy).
Now i'm all nostalgic about the short two years I spent in MJC. Those were two pivotal years that I can only describe as a day-to-day blitz. So many highs and lows were experienced at their extremes. In a way, through all the crap and glitter I had to deal with, I somehow started to find myself. Yeah, call me a late bloomer but I only started to find out who I was during my JC years.
The years that I lived before I trekked into Meridian were years that were spent with a dormant, passive mind. Going through motions without any particular direction. I used to live only for the day to end and nothing more. Sure, some of my interests and bits of my being were piqued in those days but it was only at the turn of 2008 that I really took off, much like the expponential curves that I had to handle in H1 Maths.
With everything being said, though, it's not that I disregard my childhood and prepubescent years or the years spent since I graduated. In fact, they all have their moments of paramount significance and to compare them, I guess, is not the fairest thing to do in honour of my own memory. The only reason I'm putting my JC years on a pedestal for this post is due to the awesome dream I had about it. I mean, they were also the worst years but I shall not expound on that.
If there are any trends that I can infer from the different phases of life, it's that each phase has a higher peak than the one before. I honestly think it might be due to the increased mental capabilities to assess situations as one grows, but hey, I'll just take it as it is. How does one categorize their own phases anyway? Well, to each his own. All I know is that whatever I have been through in my past, be it the moments of crescendo or the silent fragments, have all made a difference to what and to who I am today.
As I approach the rest of today and the days to come, I can only expect the worst and hope for the best. Heck, i'm in the midst of what I think could very well be one of the most significant out of the numerous highlights of my NS years. No, wait, it's beyond that. I'm going through a milestone in my life. It's too big to be confined by the restrictions of a chronological phase.
I somewhat fear the future for it's uncertainty but then again, I've always said that (though in different literary permutations) in the past and I'm still here today, very much alive. So I guess the best thing to do for now is to just open up my mind, draw strength from past experiencces and trudge through the coming days, months and years.
Or maybe I should just go get a snack in the kitchen and plant myself in front of the television. Hmm yeah I think I'll just go do that.
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