This weekend I had a sentimental moment- I experienced nostalgia of the past, which had never been before. This means I am getting older and more and more I understand elderly people, who have only memories left. These memories can be pleasant or not but I hope that unpleasant will pass by.
I don't know why but I recovered the feeling when I was going to go firstly to USA. Everything was unknown and strange to me. It's a huge mix of curiosity and a fear of unknown, the hardest type of fear to deal with.
On one hand, I miss that moments-there was something beautiful and unique in that, which I would love to turn back even for a while but I can't do it. No one can't.
On the other hand, it makes me think that these moment are special and in few years, I will miss this moments.
Life is strange: you never value present, as it supposed to be, but you value it much higher in the future. The same idea as a discount rate, one of the best inventions of humans.
The next day, I recovered myself in a third grade. Usually, I don't recover myself earlier than university days.
I recovers that I played in a school theater and we had a play "Koza-dereza" and I was a wolf. That's funny that you can recover some moments only in one special moment.
All of these proved again that I am getting older and need to value every moment cause it will never be back and, even, not guaranteed to be recovered in the future.
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