A post on a blog gets old just like the events in one’s life.. They slowly get pushed outside the main page and go into the archives. I just feel helpless thinking that with this or my next post, the saddest post on my blog will move off of my blog’s main page. It is sort of symbolic and terribly sad at the same time.

People die, and time, like some river water gushing over the rocks on the riverbed, just passes over them and keeps pushing the rest of us ahead without giving any choice. It is a strange feeling to keep going without the people who mattered to you a lot. Not exactly easy to put it in words. From time to time, there is this strange realization that you keep shedding off your past and there is really nothing that you can hold on to.