I genuinely miss the person who first told me about life, and state functions.

Who would have seen this day.

Who would have thought that I was gonna say this one day.

I miss the philosophy sessions with him.

The thing is, life can be carried on calmly and with purpose—without constantly putting yourself in the line of unnecessary stress. But sometimes, over the course of several years, these things resurface. Among all the things I’ve forgotten, spending time with that person is one of the few that still drifts back into my mind now and then, especially every spring.

It was a pointless anxiety, a restlessness without cause. There was no need to endure those circumstances. And yet, even in a period that bleak, there were good days too—here and there.

Maybe it’s just the power of nostalia.

That lunatic didn’t teach a thing.