I guess this is one of those more contemplative days.
People would often give you the advice of ‘letting go’ or ‘moving on’, especially when something unpleasant has happened. I am not 100% convinced if this is the best. Seems to me there are so many little episodes in one’s life, and these stories will remain untold if no one strives to uphold them in the memory. Would be such a waste, wouldn’t it!? What happened to the lessons learnt, the emotions at the time of the experiences, etc., which culminate in the person we are, right here and right now?
For example, whenever I see my coffee-stained (well, soaked is probably a more apt description) copy of The LaTeX Companion, I am always reminded of my days as a PhD student staying in my little dorm room at Ursula College, ANU. 😀