When the old clock strikes one, it reminds me of you …
This is the first two verse of a song composed by a friend of mine many years ago. I suppose the the verses reflect our life precisely.
In life, there are things which remind us of something, someone, an experience, our pasts … We are being with a history. Our history somehow will come back to us. Whether it is painful, pleasant or just plain, they are still a very much a part of us. A lot of our experience really shaped our lives. But I suppose no one wants one’s past to dictate what kind of life one wants to live.
For me, the past has always been a good teacher, something that I cherish very much. My past helps me to tread on the future, but as far as I can, I don’t let my past dictate my life. Well, it has been hard, but life still has to go on.
Hmmm … ever wonder how does it feel to have no reminiscence of the past at all?
Leslie J.B. 
