here i am,

transported yet again to the past.

rummaging the past through the yellowed files, now smell like old papers, been kept too long. 

i still laughed when i saw my essays from school back then

or old photographs and whimsical sketches, of christmas cards.

but this time i let go, have chosen which ones to keep, has one changed if what used to matter now cease to do so? 

clutter, they seem now. triggered by impracticality? maybe.

but why bother now, isn’t what truly matters is what’s in the heart?

memories may fade away, but am I not made up of my past,which builds every part of myself into what I am today, so they never truly fade away?

now the empty folders, waiting to be filled up with more adventures in the years ahead.

no regret. big progress this time around.