A Dance Of The Past With The Present

The author is writing this while he's lying on his bed, thoughts flitting through his mind and making sense in an odd sense of way. He pens this down as more for himself than for you, 'the reader'. Since his last post a couple of hours ago, the author had the fortune of spending time with his family, and as is the rule of family meetings, things of the past have to crop up, in the form of half forgotten memories. Some painful, some full of fun, some remembering those long gone and some in honor of each other. Today the author had the fortune of getting to know more about his past, something that has ebbed away from him, the tales of his childhood and those of his parents and their thinking at his age reminded the author as to how alike he was to his parents. It was pleasant for the author to know about times gone by, and to understand the meanings of things left unexplained and to know what mistakes his parents had made and to understand why they had made those mistakes and also why he must not make them. Today the author would like to present this entry as a tribute to his beloved (if sometimes obnoxious and insufferable ) parents.

*The author is feeling content at the moment and wishes all the readers (if any at all :|) to have a pleasant day(or night).