I love to write, to put memories into words, to paint moments with adjectives. When old age gets to me, I still have something to reminiscence, to cherish the life I had lived. Every moments in life, every experiences whether good or bad, insignificant or not; they are a part of me, a part of being a human and the process of growing as a whole person physically, mentally and spiritually. Without these moments and experiences, I cannot comprehend the joy and the sadness, the feeling of hope and despair, and the longing for home and family. Writings help keeping these moments and experiences alive when memories are fading, and past moments are falling aside.
