Memories

I was going through some photo albums on Facebook.

They weren't even mine.

Most of them were from people who were on my friends list and some who were not but since they were gracious enough not to lock down the security on their pages, their albums were on display for the world to see.

I was reminded of the past. Some of these people, I am still friends with but most of them, I'm not.

These were people who became a big part of my life but ended up hurting me.These are people I called friends but in the end, I felt like I was bamboozled by these people who I trusted.

With everything that's going on in my life, some things are moving too fast and going through those photos, I was reminded of a time when things were much more simple for me. A time when I only had to worry about trivial things.

Those photos reminded me of the things I had to do to become who I am today. I had to learn how to numb myself and put up a wall.

I admit, it came to a point when I wished harm to fall upon them.

Because of these people, I learned the importance of indifference.

And in a world where you are surrounded by people who could potentially use you for their own personal gain, indifference is worse than hate.

At this point, I consider them as fragments of a past I no longer cling to. But every now and then, the past comes back and knocks on my door to remind me of who I was before, who I am now and who I plan to be in the future.

And now as I reminisce the past, I ask myself, of everything I did to be who I am now, do I regret anything?

The answer is, no.