Funny how time can seem so slow, but when you're not looking (or rather when you look at the calendar) it has sped by so fast? It's nearly been a year since Taiwan. It's been a term since Perth. It's been half a year since Chris.
Pleasure and pain comes together. That's why we treasure those memories which made of just happiness. Because it helps us forget the not-so-happy part of it, or justify at least. A student who got dux had to study hard, an athlete who got gold had to train hard. And there are those bitter-sweet memories, that taste not of victory, nor of loss, but the victory of loss.
For every time we smile, there is a time we cry. For every time we laugh, there is a time we scream. For every time you were happy, do you remember the times you were unhappy, angry, scared? Do you remember a time when you were so happy you wanted to cry, or so sad you wanted to laugh? Have you ever wished someone well when you were shattering inside? Have you ever wished someone well when you're mind was boiling with red? Happy memories make us smile, sad memories make us frown; very happy memories make us laugh, very sad memories make us cry. And then we forget, and that is sadder than the memories itself. The mist of time will overtake our memories, that is why we are happy to remember.
Laugh during the day, cry during the night. Laugh with friends, cry alone; laugh alone, cry with friends? Laugh together, cry together; laugh alone, cry alone? Who knows past your mask but yourself, and sometimes you don't even know youself. The barrier we put up to keep out the pain also keeps out the joy, but which is more worth it? They do not know, every time they turn, they cut you another time. No matter how fast you try patch it up, their backs stay turned. You sometimes wonder why you're still at their back, why you still catch them when they fall, when they never know when you stumble. But that is alright. Who are we to decide who we will love? they say. Can we not? Can we make ourselves love someone? Can we make ourselves un-love, or hate someone? Who knows? Not I.
Who knows I laugh the day and cry the night? Why? Even I do not know... But you are here? That is alright then...