A decade past...

I just realised that its been 10 years since this year since I left my secondary school. What made me remember was the fact that I had a dream about my sec school days last night. Technically it will be 10 years at the end of the year but I'm not going to really care.

It's amazing how time files. In what seems like a short time, 10 years has moved past. Sometimes it still feel likes I never left. I do not really know how much has actually changed in that time. Being out of touch with almost all of the people I went to school with doesn't help at all. Its like those 4 years of my life never happened. Or rather it happened to someone else and I'm just remembering those years on his behalf.

Sometimes you wonder if it would be possible to bring some of those years back. To redo some of the mistakes of your past. Or even to go through it again so that you'd end up somewhere else instead. But Time flows on despite the efforts of Man. So I guess memories is what we will really be left with.

I would not say that those 4 years were the most important of my life but I will say that without those years, I would not be where I am today. And in many-a-ways, I am happy with where my life is today. I think if I had taken some of the other pathways opened to me in those days, I would be a very different person.

I think the thing I missed most about those years were my teachers. I know a lot of teachers today who are my peers and believe me when I say this, those teachers were the old school ones. People who really were passionate about what they did. Not like some of the teachers of today who are doing it more because they don't have anything else better to do. Those teachers choose to be teachers despite the ability to do other things. And sometimes I think I never took the time out to really thank them for all the advice and inspiration that they gave to me during those formative years.

10 years on, older and (hopefully) wiser, you begin to remember the things that happen in those years and put them in the context of life itself. And once you take the time to do so, you really wish that time could stand still, just to saviour and breath in those moments once more. But alas, tempus fugit.