It’s been a fantabulous day for me, but unfortunately I can’t just keep it in my head. Something just urges me to write about it… maybe I’m just tired of storing things in my head that sometimes I get lost in the collection of memories from my not-so-many worthwhile days. So I thought that it would be so perfect to make something that would remind me of today; well, it's also something for anybody who might actually care even if I’m just a bummer who loves to self-talk just to keep the spirits high… If that’s not you, I’m OK with you pretending that you actually care.
Today is Monday. And on Mondays, me and my school buddies play a good game of football. But of course it’s just not playing that I’m looking forward too. During these days, I get to pretend that I am some young Spanish hotshot footballer who’s just waiting for the right moment (and the right wage) to shine. Hmm… sometimes I just get so carried away that even if I’m not playing anymore, I still am in that football fantasy of mine. Oh, by the way, since you really care, I’m taking the time to introduce myself. Soy Juan, veinte años de viejo. Crecí para arriba en Barcelona y juego para Manchester unida (I am Juan, twenty years old. I grew up in Barcelona and I play for Manchester United)… and no, I don’t really speak fluent Spanish… I just used some nifty instant messenger plug-in to translate that for me…
Which reminds me; I’ve been learning a bit of Spanish lately and I’d like to share something I thought of while I was somewhere in Europe (long story… that was in another daydream of mine). Here goes: “dieser Satz ist auf Deutsch, Sie Idiot”... “This sentence is in German. You idiot”.
There’s something about today that made me wish that today happened a long time ago… so I can have at least one day in the past that I won’t want to leave behind (I’m actually having a hard time figuring out what I just wrote).
It could be the nostalgic feeling of being close to what I consider as my second home (actually its more of a jungle). But more than that, it’s the wonderful feeling of reconnecting with old friends I left behind somewhere somehow. It’s not every day that I see them which makes it extra extraordinary to be able to talk to them once in a lengthy while. It’s like being able to live in the past again, only that you’re in full control of what to reminisce and what not to. I chose the happy pieces.
After months of staying silent, I finally admitted my de facto reasons behind my unpopular decision of extending my absence... I was lucky to get off with a smile on my face, although at first I was afraid to admit my weaknesses. But more than that, I realized that admitting how human I am makes me strong enough to move on.
Awe-inspiringly, all these flashback feelings brought me to where I actually once took off – I am writing again.
One more thing: I’m still the man.
1 comment:
wow so you're writing again. :) good luck
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