I enjoy being a night-rider — a fact of me I unveiled just recently. I would hop on a bus after a long day out, press play on my iPod and cruise through the expressway serenaded by soothing ballads. I would gaze, through the windows, at the fleeting landscapes that only move farther & farther away. And right then, I would reflect. Past moments would resurface on my ocean of thought, and they would appear in such sheer clarity it was as if they formed a symbolic scene in a film. That particular memory would seem to only grow clearer and clearer, even morph itself into something almost tangible, under the accompaniment of the music.
That's just one of the plenty of moments in life I've grown to revel in. I doubt my weak description would even form in your head the correct picture, but to me, it's a moment worth remembering and writing about. I believe that it can only be so significant because of all the changes that have occurred in my life the past four years.
In the midst of all this turbulence, where all I can ever seem to do is move forward, I should tell myself to stop and look back occasionally. To reflect on how far I've walked and how much I've grown, yet at the same time, have my arms opened wide to embrace change.
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