nostalgia

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Last week I organized our hall closet and finally had the chance to sort through all the photos I had kept since I was a child. As I went through each and every one of them, so much nostalgic emotions resurfaced, and they stayed with me all through the night until I finally fell asleep. I thought about old friends and family, and the good relationships we had with each other back then...and how we changed and grew apart. Big family also became small, and we are constantly struggling to hold each other together as much as possible with all that is left now.

And the older we get, the more selective we are about who we want to be in our lives. Many come and go, but only a few ones stick around for a long while. Growing old can be rough--but this is one of the things I appreciate tremendously. You get to really refine your choices in the company you keep, the things you do and the goals you want to work towards.

More became less. Complex became simple. Big things became small.

Images above are of me (age 4) and my parents in Da Lat, Vietnam