Thursday, January 04, 2007
suddenly felt a bout of homesickness as I was reading at Borders just now.. think it was partly becos of the book that I was reading..and my overworked mind linking one thing on to another...
miss people back home...miss my family...miss my granny...I suddenly thought of her again... its weird.. we weren't exactly very close...I grew up in her care but there never was any close conversations or anything...she was just there and she was really quiet and just did wat needed to be done around the house.. I was closer to my grandfather.. but I did care for her more than my other set of grandparents....
her death has changed me somewhat.. i realised im a rather different person than i was before..my priorities have changed... or maybe just affirmed.. but yeah i've become stronger in a way...sometimes in a good way..sometimes in a bad way... i've learnt even more things about myself and even im afraid of it sometimes.. but overall i've grown as a person which is good..
miss her dearly.. but she's gone to a better place now..
found a pot of gold@ 09:00
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"One Art"
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost keys, the hour badlly spent
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owne, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop
