Back to My University
I came back to the university where I spent four years of my college life. The gurad of the north gate is still the guy we had arguments with on one night we were back drunked. I hated him for a while and never looked at his direction each time I passed by. But today I smiled to him, and he smiled back. But obviously he did not remember me at all. The smile was just a habit as he had done to anyone else during the past years.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said to myself “there must be some one who remembers me. After all, I lived here for 4 years.” And I stroke on the mainroad.
The road was still the same one I had walked thousands of times but the people passing by were all strangers to me. Teaching Buildings did not change either. The classroom I used to have so many interesting lessons, do my homeworks, revive the lessons is perfectly as it was. But I can not call any names of the people who was studying there. What good memories I had here, though it did not belong to me any more.
Life is strange. The things we used to get used to and pay little attention to can become such good memories that you can enjoy for the rest of your lives. We were in such a hurry heading for our dreams that we took little ntice of them. Whether I have missed something important which was neglected by me. I searched in my mind but nothing got. Then I realized we could not know what is important to us until one day we realized we had lost it for ever. The only thing left is memory the thing we can imagine any time but never touch it. That is the rule of nature which we can not control. But what can we do then? Then I remembered the old saying :”yesterday is history, tomorrow is mistery, but today is a gift, that is why it is called present. Seize present is all that we can do, I said to myself.
