SPOILERS FOR GAME OF THRONES BELOW
I was watching Game of Thrones last Sunday when something amazing happened, Jon Snow was reunited with Sansa Stark, his half sister, after being separated six seasons ago by a series of unfortunate events, to say the least. For those of you who don't watch the series, this might sound incredibly underwhelming; for those you who do watch the series, you know what I'm talking about. It was not just reunion between two characters, so many things have changed since they last saw each other, so much has happened, it almost seemed like that moment was never gonna come. In a world like Westeros, loved characters are constantly going through hardships, or even dying, but for a moment, everything was fine. I remember watching the first few seasons, wanting the Starks to go back to Winterfell and be reunited at last. The thing is, its been so long since they went their separate ways that I'd actually forgotten that I wanted that to happen in the first place. The hope that they'd be back together felt more like a farfetched dream. So once it did happen, everything came back, the memories of a time when everything was alright. That's the power of nostalgia, it reminds you of something that you miss so much from your past, but its been so long that you actually forgot that you actually missed it, yet once you get it, you know that you're home. After watching the episode I had a strange feeling of comfort, as if something inside me had clicked. So I sat there, thinking about the things that I never think about, things from my past that would take me back. I found a few old school yearbooks and album photos and skimmed through them for a couple of hours. I won't go into details cause they're not important, but needless to say, it was a ride. These past few months have been pretty hard school wise, responsibilities pile up. The only thing one can do to tackle them is keep moving forward, there's no time to spare. It's once you se something like that episode when you remember there's a bit more to life than just work. It's funny, nostalgia's original meaning is "The anxieties displayed by Swiss mercenaries fighting away from home." Which was kind of my topic last blogpost, the uncertainty of not being able to go back home. I've been meaning to write something about uncertainty for a while now, I didn't realize I was already writing about it without knowing. The truth is, I want to go to college, get a job, have my own life, but I'm incredibly scared that things won't go as planned. I guess that's just how life works.
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5/6/2016 03:50:19 pm
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