Post no. 12 : Blaugust 2025 - Nostalgia The years fly by in the blink of an eye. We don’t really understand this until time progresses — when enough years have gone by to give weight to memories, dreams, mortality. When you see children grow, saying goodbye to who they once were, rejoicing in who they are becoming. When you realize some people in the room can no longer relate to your stories, for your reality began in ways they will never comprehend. So, you let go. The years fly by in...
