I visited the conservatorium of music yesterday. It's been 15 years since I last went back there and 17 years since I made a decision at that very place to study philosophy instead of pursuing a music career. A lot of weird nostalgia. I had that memory lane day planned for months. He wasn't supposed to be there but he was. I'm referring to a man I thought I could love. He didn't recognise me but I felt him instantly. I didn't feel anything for him though and it felt weird not being attracted to him. It's just weird how the universe throws strangers together which is exactly how I got to know him. I can't remember how I first met him, but I remember I was dreading the thought of visiting his office but was surprised to find how tortured and gentle he was in real life. He wasn't a happy man but he inspired me. I discovered so much about myself through him. I think the best blessing is to be inspired by others. I believe it's what fuels our passions and shapes our sense of destiny and purpose.
Topic: Evacuating London (Read 1980 times)