A Time for Everything
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

(seasons come and go, and come back again. Deceivingly predictable, but yet each time they return, they are not the same as before)

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Nostalgia isn't the right word to use. I'm not longing for something that is past; I'm contemplating the countless possibilities of what could have happened, at the different points of time in my life. Decisions I've made, or not made, that allowed myself to be where I am now.

This is important. To look back and remember where you were, how you were, and to see where you are at now.

Sometimes, things that were left undone, words that were left unsaid, brings about a great injustice; but bringing them out now would do nothing to resolve the injustice, and might only serve to destroy whatever good that might have come out of it.

So people remain seen in the light of misjudgement - perhaps never stepping out of the idea people have of him/her.

"what's the most resilient parasite? An idea. A single idea from the human mind can build cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules" - Inception

I've done enough reflecting tonight.