nostalgia is nothing sad

it was mine
and mine alone
when i recalled the golden moments to my then peers
they do not identify with it
but suggest otherwise of our common history
which i dont quite recall
they had a whole different perspective
looks like they have a whole different history
it is not collective
it is personal
and still as valid and legit and precious
golden

i missed the pre.dictations
i missed learning english from the disc: oops sorry
i missed recording our laughters on the tape
i missed prisoning myself between the gate and the wooden door
i missed skipping ropes on campus, and mr. fox what is the time, and freezing the chicken leg
i missed jumping up and down and staircase for our exercise books
i missed trying so hard to get ms. mans attention
i missed selling and buying on the bed
i missed pretending to be sick and not go to mrs. man
i missed being hit when i failed to tell the next prime number
i missed the blue boxset of brother grimm stories
i missed queuing in line for injection and weeping out of fear
i missed being the big sister of the school bus kids

i like every single bits of my past ages
yes every single piece of them

but they look so different when you retell them
we have different focuses
and different remains
different remains make different we as we are today

looks like i cannot live with people from my past
but just people in my present life
whom i feel like being one of them the living community
alive and lively and flowing and vigourous

so why get sad when people come and go
why get uneasy knowing that past friends are irretrivable
this is life
and let it be

people change
you evolve
losing people is nothing sad because you still get to live with the precious present with your present friends in you present body pleasantly with a modern mentality
positive attitude
recognising reality
it is normal
it is factual and gradual and subliming