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I often wonder, when given the option to choose to travel to the past or to the future, why do I always choose the future? Is it because I had no regrets in my life? Is it because I am too excited about the future? Is it because I cannot face my past once again? Is it because going back to the past makes me look like a loser? Is it because choosing the future makes me look cooler? Or is it because I never made any memories worth looking back at?
And I got off the bus, half sleepy, half awake. While picking up my luggage from the upper compartments within the bus, the corner of my right eye caught a glimpse of a familiar face. He is a friend from college - he was a friend from college. Someone I knew, someone I hung out with. With a single image memories of a distant past flashed through my mind - all the times the ten of us were hung on the monkey bars within the park in front of our college, all the times we, the largest group in class, entered with pride, all the places we ate at, all the times we calculated who paid more or who paid less, all those Foosball tournaments and all those moments of joy. I was ashamed to face him. Looking at how I have fallen in these years, I no longer have the courage to stand in front of anyone who knew me. I am not a lost cause, but I am certainly not the person they used to know. Everything they admired, idolised, and praised me for is gone, replaced with traits, better or worse. I left the...
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