A lesson learnt
I'hv learnt a lesson.
Never ever read or write thoughts that are too deep inside.
If you choose the otherwise, it would be equilavent to dig a deeper grave for yourself.
There's a cycle of life that goes, as we grow from a toddler, our mentality tend to become mature. But after that maturity age, our mentality seems to change and we would tend to think of the childhood memories that we enjoyed.
Is this because as we grow older, we tend to appreciate the past?
we never grow up from the time we are born till we reach the grave?
or.. is it just because we humans are stubborn and refuse to let go of the past?
Give some thought.