Saturday, 3 May 2014

I find it ironically funny how everything is in itself a memory. The past is just a mere memory, or a collection of memories from experiences lived. Currently, I am finding this minor discovery in my life quite sad. Last summer I signed up for a week of Musical Theatre Masterclasses in London and after months and months of awaiting, it is now just a memory. And I really want to go back.

It was possibly the best week of my whole entire life. I thoroughly enjoyed my week at the Margaret Howard Theatre College where I proudly engaged in not only singing but acting and whole range of dance including tap, ballet, jazz and hip-hop. I am not even kidding, I feel extremely accomplished.

However, this post is not about my week in London, for I am saving that for a separate post, this is merely about the fact of how we should really enjoy every second of any sort of experience. At the end of the day, that only lasts for a moment before it becomes a fragment of your memory. Something, which you might look back on and smile at the idiotic moments and the funny laughter; or you could feel depressed and saddened by that memory. One might also feel empowered to make that happen again, something which I am keen on focusing on every time I think of my week in London as opposed to feeling sad that I am back home.

It's funny how I just realised about this transgression now. Maybe because this experience meant so much to me. So whether you go back by memory for some positive reminiscing, or whether you get that sad feeling looking back, it's either way important to live in the moment and make the most of everything. Whatever that is, it will eventually become a memory. So don't worry if it's a bad day, it's won't be for much longer! I will definitely work harder now to make this wonderful memory my life experience in the future.


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