It’s easy to lose track on what days of the week when you are onboard a ship where it is just days and nights and no land for miles to remind you of how it can connect to anything significant which can you remind you the day you are in.
One thing significant is that I bumped my head on a solid steel structure during my usual inspection and I choose that day to not wear my safety helmet, talk about irony. Got me disorientated for a while and thank god, no blood. The last time I bumped my head on a metal thrash collector was in 1981 and I bleed all over. Yikes, I don’t know what is more scary, the fact that it happen a long time ago and I remember it or the fact that I cried when my mom say I need a stitch on my head.
Again I linger on memories. What is up with me and my past. I agree that sometimes I got lost in them, trying to sort out my random access memory just so that I can make sense of where I’m heading or what I wanted in life, my life. Nothing will ever change my past. It just dictates what my action will be when I’m against a similar situation. Will I repeat myself or be brave enough to change it?
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