carpe diem.

Was reading entries written in the last year of senior high. Got a feeling of "gone with the wind," and sort of getting the sense of the title. My beautiful youth.

The English class I'm auditing this semester was playing the movie, Dead Poet Society. So scary when I realize the main roles are all teenagers, high school students. And I, I've past that age.

Can't help but keep reflecting those days spent in TFG. The life I led was easy. Once I thought I've done it perfectly well, I'm not sure now. It could be even more colorful. I knew I could do more, spent more time on things more meaningful. After all, it was me who gave up all that.

So we grow up. Now I gradually understand how it feels to be someone who has a story.