Somewhat Nostalgic Thinking
I wonder whether any of you ever feel somewhat nostalgic thinking back to the earlier Sundays of your life when you were younger, say no older than ten. Re-embracing those young years of my life always sends a little chill running down my spine. Sunday used to be my favorite day of the week. Packed with friends, girls and activities, beach trips, Park trips, Historical trips and any trips. I can never remember being bored. I clearly remember my eyes and face lighting up as another plate of rabbit was produced in front of me, waiting for me to devour it. Beaches were never boring, especially when Uncle would help me build sand castles. Yet, beach trips were by far my preferred activity. Goofing around with my other cousins, Uncles and Aunts provided endless hours of fun and laughter.
Those days are gone out of the window. Sundays have become a dreary routine I dread. I'm never out of bed before two in the afternoon, aching all over from the previous nights working or drinking session. Nothing on television is good enough, nothing on the radio is comforting enough and I find my family almost boring.
Growing-up is almost an unfair process. Parks are meant to be for kids, not olders. Funnily enough most kids would much rather stay in on their computers or Playstations nuking some poor monster and watching it's pancreas fly all over the virtual castle. I really can't see myself enjoying that at the age of eight but everyone to their own. Beach trips have become just as bothering. It's too hot, with the amount and rate of UV infiltration and Global Warming on the rise. I no longer eat rabbit (or Lamb, or deer or even beef for that matter) because after learning that those animals went through heel before being presented on my plate in a friendly family restaurant decorated with tomatoes, potatoes and greens I realized meat-eating was none other but glorification of animal murder. The only reason I ever bother eating beef and fish is to stop Jacq from calling me "Vegetarian Nerd".
The only place I still enjoy visiting since my childhood days is the Cemetery. Tombs stones, Head Stones and Gothic Architecture give it a unique atmosphere of escapism and relaxation. I have met numerous people who refuse to go to the cemetery, terrified of the place. How people can fear the dead more than those alive is unexplainable. A person that has past away can only hurt one with his loss. A living person can hurt one in a million different, shrewd, complex ways. I should visit my resting loved ones more often. Twice a year is certainly not enough. I believe the reason I've limited my cemeteries visits so much is none other but selfish. Visiting a breathtaking place too often make the experience lose its appeal, just like Notredamme Cathedral. Visit it more than once and you'll never want to go there again.
Those days are gone out of the window. Sundays have become a dreary routine I dread. I'm never out of bed before two in the afternoon, aching all over from the previous nights working or drinking session. Nothing on television is good enough, nothing on the radio is comforting enough and I find my family almost boring.
Growing-up is almost an unfair process. Parks are meant to be for kids, not olders. Funnily enough most kids would much rather stay in on their computers or Playstations nuking some poor monster and watching it's pancreas fly all over the virtual castle. I really can't see myself enjoying that at the age of eight but everyone to their own. Beach trips have become just as bothering. It's too hot, with the amount and rate of UV infiltration and Global Warming on the rise. I no longer eat rabbit (or Lamb, or deer or even beef for that matter) because after learning that those animals went through heel before being presented on my plate in a friendly family restaurant decorated with tomatoes, potatoes and greens I realized meat-eating was none other but glorification of animal murder. The only reason I ever bother eating beef and fish is to stop Jacq from calling me "Vegetarian Nerd".
The only place I still enjoy visiting since my childhood days is the Cemetery. Tombs stones, Head Stones and Gothic Architecture give it a unique atmosphere of escapism and relaxation. I have met numerous people who refuse to go to the cemetery, terrified of the place. How people can fear the dead more than those alive is unexplainable. A person that has past away can only hurt one with his loss. A living person can hurt one in a million different, shrewd, complex ways. I should visit my resting loved ones more often. Twice a year is certainly not enough. I believe the reason I've limited my cemeteries visits so much is none other but selfish. Visiting a breathtaking place too often make the experience lose its appeal, just like Notredamme Cathedral. Visit it more than once and you'll never want to go there again.
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