Re-reading an old book

(Credits: x)

Today I picked up an old book I bought while I was in Taiwan, Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult. Out of boredom, I started reading it again. If you know me, I hardly re-read old books because it brings to me a sickening sense of nostalgia. When I start reading an old book, it brings me back to when I purchased the book... Back to why I purchased the book... And it allows me to finally pay attention to the smaller details that I might have missed when I was rushing to read the ending when I first purchased it.

As warped as it sounds, re-reading an old book actually forces me to pay more attention to my surroundings and the people in it. Like how when I looked at the boyfriend's mum today, I could actually see where my boyfriend came from. Like how I spent more time today than any other days looking at the way little kids exhibit their innocence. Like how I spent more time today than any other days looking into my boyfriend's eyes and realizing that there really isn't anything that I should be regretting about.

(with Mr. Sandy Monster)

I might not understand him a lot. I might not know him as well as other people do. I might not be what he needs 10 years down the road. I might not like him a lot 5 years later. I might not even care about him anymore. But that's what I should be worrying about in the future - 5 or 10 years down the road. Why would I or why should I be worrying about what we'll be like in a few years time? Why torture myself?

And this is the advice I am going to give to any other girls or possibly guys who happens to read this... Don't think about what's going to happen in the future, appreciate what is happening now. And... do not miss any chances. Because once you miss ONE chance, you might never get a second one. So... it's important to seize chances, not lose them.

Toodles.