The haunting of a past
That’s sweet and sour
And blissful and tumultuous
Of burning desire
Of corsets burned
And windows barred
A firefly’s path is thwarted
All to the resonance of torrid fire burning
Maligned pure light extinguished
To lament the loss
And feel the churn
The internal agonising wail of souls
Delineate the error, one cannot
The done deed is done
Crumbling rocks falling
Cracking and creaking as stone after stone falls
To the bottom of a deep glen
Pursue the future
Let go of past
Return no more to yonder days
Let Fate dictate
What is to be
And keep a hold of Faith
It’s no use holding on to past things when they themselves don’t hold on to you. Letting them go is better than keeping them around, as they will remain junk and litter taking up space in the mind.
Yes, things happen and those will remain in memories. But holding onto them desperately, hoping for things to return the way they used to be will help no one. Let them remain in locked crevices in the heart; let them remain dormant. But never despair over the loss.
Letting things slide off and be unaffected. Now that’s the key to living life. Things are temporary and they always will be.
As Heraclitus famously said, “The Only Thing That Is Constant Is Change.” All things are transient and nothing is permanent.
To be nostalgic of the past, yet also pressing forward into the future with eagerness may seem contradictory, but it makes perfect sense.
Then again, life is full of contradictions. Best to get used to them.
Having picked out my topic for an investigative piece for a class, I decided to pick one that’s close to my heart and is something I can easily relate to. Might cause some general bias, but I know I can be objective with this (coldly objective, might I add). And that topic is about migrant children. I was one. I still am, considering that was one of my main identities throughout life. And I highly doubt I’ll ever lose this identity anyhow, considering what I plan to do after I graduate. Not gonna be a migrant child then, but a migrant nonetheless.
Anyway, one of the things that I needed to do before further getting into the piece I’ve proposed to write is to make an annotated bibliography. While reading through countless sources, most of which pertained to the children left behind in the Philippines by migrant parents, I finally stumbled upon one that actually had insight on migrant children themselves.
What does the synthesis study have to say about this?
Lost Identity or Culture Gap