When all else is gone, memory remains in different way. The primary school that I'd attended, it's demolished, and now, it's a whole new building although still under construction and still re-constructing. Although everything is new, sometimes, I still dreamt about being in the old classroom and hallway. They no longer exist. Dreaming about getting late for school, hide and seek, climbing up the staircase that I was attacked by a bug (I think it is), and the things that we used to find them scary. The pathway to the toilet that was far far away with possibility of snakes appearing, and as scary as it can be, it still felt the same way in my dream. The grassy hills that I used to roll down after school while waiting or during break times, and the staircase to get to school, were still the same. The pathway from home to school and the basketball court. They were always obstructed in some way that I can never reach school. My secondary school changed too. I haven't been
"The price of doing the same old thing is far higher than the price of change." - Bill Clinton. "A wise man adapts himself to circumstances, as water shapes itself to the vessel that contains it." - Chinese Proverb "It is not the strongest or the most intelligent who will survive but those who can best manage change." - Charles Darwin