Decluttering
In a bid to declutter before a big move, I found myself faced with the emotional task of sorting through my belongings. Among the most challenging items were my journals from high school to college, full of emotions, experiences, and aspirations, forming my memories. These journals, despite their lies and half-truths, often served as a source of inspiration and self-reflection (Yeah, I do lie even in the journals). However, in a symbolic gesture of letting go, I decided to shred them. While some memories can be hard to delete immediately, there is a profound relief in learning how to forget.
An Emotional Attachment to McDonald’s
In another poignant moment, I reflected on my attachment to the nearby McDonald’s, which had served as a refuge during stressful times. It was a place where I did homework or projects, and consumed countless McDoubles. This fast-food restaurant felt more like home than my actual home, I guess we all form emotional connections with certain places during pivotal moments in our lives.
Beach
On a bustling beach, the scene was alive with activity: children play, seagulls scavenge, people skateboard, and couples converse. Despite the lively surroundings, a sense of loneliness permeated.
Walking
Strolling down the Hollywood Walk of Fame, there was a striking contrast: tourists mingling near the stars, while just a street away, homeless individuals lived in starkly different circumstances. Nearby, dog walkers in Beverly Hills, the iconic Television Center, along with enormous billboards (impossible to ignore), painted a picture of diverse lifestyles. Instead of feeling the gentrification, the sheer variety of people and their stories brought a sense of relief and anonymity, free from judgment.
A Day at the Airport
At LAX, I saw a heartwarming moment: a man video-chatting with his kids, wishing them a happy Children’s Day in Chinese. By the way, the smoking area at LAX is one of the most relaxing and tranquil places I’ve ever been.
The wall
If you always listen to “The Happiest Days of Our Lives” by Pink Floyd while studying, either you or the school is fucked up. This time it is me. The upcoming journey will be a slow process of breaking down the wall.
You! Yes, you! Stand still, laddie!
The Wall by Pink Floyd
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