Pockets Full Of Stories

The worst and most terrible thing about time is you always grow out of it. Much sooner, you grow out of your mother’s lap to face the real world. Growing out of childhood, you are held responsible for mistakes and it won’t be “he is just a kid” and that’s where you become extra cautious about your step. Soon enough, you grow out of the park labelled as a “kids area” and you just keep staring at that swing you aren't allowed to use anymore. Soon enough, you grow out of the colourful dresses and shoes and all of your dresses are from the palate of one or two colours. Soon enough, you grow out of crying and being stubborn for what you want. Soon enough, you grow out of laughing at the top of your lungs and start behaving according to situations. You grow out of your school friends and realize how toxic it was after they are gone. Sometimes you accept change willingly and sometimes you are forced to do it.

I still remember the first day of being a naive boy in this institute, coping with some big changes. Soon enough, the time that put me into this had to teach me how to handle it and it did. This place became a comfort zone and the first place I would leap toward when the day felt a little blue. Luckily, I never got those BAD people that they keep talking about but I have seen enough. If not enough, maybe most of it, so I know when someone talks about it. I sit down to write about all of it and right before the nib can touch the paper, I get a flashback of all of the memories related to this place.

I have learned here more on my own by reading non-course books. I will be leaving this place with my pockets full of stories, some told or scribbled and most engraved on my heart. Soon enough, I will grow out of this phase and I hope time will be kind enough to let me settle peacefully wherever I will be. What other choice do I have? or any of us? other than to witness what fate has in its palm for us. Just like a child, we run to open Pandora’s box, not knowing if it’s time tricking us into something because you haven't forgotten the past, or this time, it really has something for you.