Flashing Back

Life is a magic. When the two of us were scratching on a notebook about a round-the-world travel plan together with a contract, who would have thought that I would be scratching on a public blog about it after more than 10 years? And who would have thought of making this publicly online even that it has never been told to even my wife.

Language is void, while memory is eternal. I have kept several journals through many years. Oh yeah they have all kinds of stuff, all kinds of, and I mean it. Obviously I'm not a good writer, as you can see here. While with the help those aged notes, I am able to vividly recall the exact moments, the joy and the sorrow, or the torture of a loving soul. There was one entry on the night of the 35th day after my grandfather passed away, and that night was a very similar lonely night like this one. Haven't written a single piece for so many years, that life fades together with memory in this period.

'Life is like a box of chocolates...You never know what you're gonna get...' ---- and they do melt away into sweetness.