Last Friday night, my boss and I had dinner at one of the local popular Japanese restaurant. The view overthere was stunning. It was amazing that having delicious Japan cusine and breathtaking skyline at the same time.
“Let’s go to Japan once the pandemic ends” he suggested.
“Ya, but I can see the end this year.”
“That’s why I booked this Japanese restaurant. I missed Japan so much” he said.
“2019. it was an extraordinary year.”
“Sure.” I agreed.
“Life is short. So do the things which make you happy. And be with people who make you happy. Look for the food in every day even…even if some days you have to look harder.” He looked at my eyes.
“Yup, sometimes I remember the days in 2019.”
“Nothing gold can stay.” He said and drink his sake.
Yes, nothing gold can stay. Everything changed in 2019 and things cannot go back to the way they like in 2019.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subside to lead. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day, Nothing gold can stay.Robert Frost
It is a summer rain. I see children jumping up and down in the water puddle. They are laughing happily. However, summer rain makes me remember another thing. Something that I hope they never happened.
“let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.” Boss tells me.
“There are two types of pains, one that hurts you and the other that changes you.” He says.
Messages keep showning up on my phone screen and I cannot avoid seeing them. Thousands of unread messages popping up on my screen. I remember that it happened before. It did happen before. It happened in one summertime. A summertime that I cannot forget or force to remember.
“It is a trap of emotional blackmail. It is a powerful form of manupulation. It leaves you in a fog when there is haze of fear, obligation, and guilt.” He looks at my eyes.
“You need changes.”
I look at him back and say “It’s hard to forget some incidents that gave you so much to remember. Some memories never fade.” I believe that I may nearly cry.
“Sometimes, it’s not only the bad memories that make us sad. But also the happy ones which we know will never happen again.”he murmurs.
But I hear it clearly.