Memory,
the word may seem as normal and may sound likewise as any other words of the English dictionary. Having the simple definition of being the faculty by which the mind of ours acquire, store, retain and retrieve the information. But deepening its meaning showcases something more spectacular than just that. How peculiar is it that people can remember something that happened years ago so vividly, yet tends to forget the small things they heard some minutes ago. And the fact that memory is not just about storing the memorable scenery, spoken words or writing essays of anything, but also the small details of anyone's personality, smell or taste, it impresses me just with the thought of it. That even if u don't remember anything for exclusive circumstances, those small details helps u relive it. And often within those memories, the massive amount of emotions joins in as well. It might be relieving the feeling of holding grudges against anyone, the feeling of being betrayed, the feeling of having tons of regrets, the feeling of being worthless all over again or the feeling of beating the shit out of anyone near you without any reason e.t.c. And it's really annoying when the memories filled with unavoidable feelings comes back to haunt you at the most unexpected time just to influence your life decision in probably the most wrong way. Just like it did to ........
Ding Ding
And the only sound of typing on the keyboard of my laptop which was domineering through the room's silence, came to a halt, as i stopped typing being distracted by the door bell. Retrieving my grey tshirt from the bed, i sprung out from my room wearing it and combing through my brown hair with my fingers. After coming downstairs, i began walking through the big ass hall, clank sounds of the wooden floor soaring throgh the air every time i took a step towards the door. Expecting to see what i was thrilled to see after opening the door, but to my great disappointment there was nothing but a newspaper laying on the porch of my two storied house.
Usually the newspaper is delivered before the sun rises, maybe the paper boy was caught in some kind of obstruction who knows. Without thinking any further, i picked it up, lazily scrolling through the pages while making my way towards the kitchen to prepare lunch. Only checking through the sports article of the newspaper, i found the winning pictures of the team i support from the match yesterday and felt quite proud for them.
Making the lunch in about 20 minutes, and afterwards i ate the food silently while scrolling through the social medias. Washing the dishes, i thought to myself about continuing the typing for my new book. I went back to my room and grabbed my laptop making my way again through the downstairs towards the backyard.
It was the mid of the spring, a.k.a my favorite season. It always brings the rebirth and rejuvenation of the nature all over again. Nature being full of liveliness, blooming of flowers, trees getting new and tender leaves, things like this really mesmerizes my soul. As if the nature somehow signaling us to not to give up on ourselves, telling us to live the life being at its fullest, ensuring us that we all are special in our own ways, giving us a warmth of feelings and a tinge of confidence upon ourselves. Not to mention that this type of environment eases me into a writing mood and helps me reap better writing results. For this very reason, i switched my spot from my room to here.
My house is situated on the tip of a small hill beside a riverside, and the warm breeze soaring through the atmosphere nicely complimenting with the alternative color of the sky revealing a combination of orange, tint of pink, signaling the end of the day; summing up the weather and the scenery infront of me , it is utterly perfect. So taking a sip from the coffee i made before grabbing my laptop from the room, i continued the typing again.
Life is not always easy and peaceful like this. We have to overcome so many obstacles in our life. In the process of achieving so many things and thinking ways about how to satisfy people all the time, we often forgets about giving ourselves some time. And when those people hurt us because they are dissatisfied by our attitudes or whatsoever, we begin to think how worthless we are. We definitely don't deserve that at any means right? How irony is it that the mother who kept us in their wombs for 9 months, the friends who used to give us pinky promises about staying by our side all the time, the lovers who kisses us in the forehead ensuring us that they will always have our back, becomes a part of your reason of feeling yourself worthless. For some people, it might be true and for some it might not be.
I got distracted from my deep thoughts just now as my phone vibrated signaling a notification. Looking at the message, a small smile printed on my lips as i gave a reply to it. I took another sip from my tea and began thinking about that old version of me. How those memorable events and certain persons changed my life. And unknowingly, i started reminiscing about the younger Eren Jeager version of me .......
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End of chapter
Author's note- Hello guys, finally finished this chapter. It's not really a chapter nor a prologue, that's why i named it chapter-0. The real story will start from the next chapter haha. As i mentioned before in the description, it's my first writing ever, the vocabulary might have some lackings in it, so pls don't judge on it. Do comment about how u feel about the story hopefully i will keep improving and don't forget to vote as well. Enjoy & have a nice day Y'ALL<3
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