September always reminds me of kisah-kisah lama. Kisah kekasih lama, that is. Ewah! It’s not that I try to forget those days. I just don’t…forget. Selective memories punyer case lah jugak tu. I have nothing to complain about. People say, sometimes you have to make some wrong choices before you make the right one.
I used to tell my students that there are virtually no mistakes in life. They’re only lessons waiting to be learned. And that it’s okay to fall. Falling is good. Falling is fine. Because only when you fall that you learn how to get up. (Now, falling is not the end of you. Not getting up is.)
Like any month, September comes and September goes. Perhaps I should romanticize July from now on.
Should I really?
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