But today isn't one of those days. I was reminded of the route I ran for the Nike Human Race last year, which brought all 11,000 of us through some of the typically busiest streets of the business district; having a chance to trace the route made me think about whether I would want to live/work in that area and experience the corporate lifestyle that it represents. Similarly, I was reminded of my early days in the Youth Ministry back in 2003; that was when I joined the first of many camp committees, and where I met some friends such as louis and jeremy whom I never got to interact with after that camp up until I began joining the weekly Sunday YAM 4-6 Opera Estate Frisbee thingums. Perhaps the memory was jolted because of the upcoming YAM camp comm meeting this Wednesday, before which I shall have to prayerfully consider if I should take on the role of commandant.
Memories for me link past and present, which is why they hold more significance than merely being snapshots of times past. This year hasn't been one of much memory-making as it has been one of picking up where things were left all those years back. Mostly this has to do with people I came to know and have been given the chance to know better now.
