This weekend was all about reminiscing.
The past came back to haunt me.
And I succumbed.
Yes, I’m going to blame that one song. Haha.
And the past few days I’ve been listening to The Matrix soundtrack, because I remember that I kept on listening to that when workworkwork was still my mantra, and I wanted to regain that mindset.
It was only when I caught The Matrix showing on WB TV that I remembered the movie’s significance to me, something I’ve apparently buried all those years ago. The message was buried in those letters and numbers scurrying down the screen.
This was the message — the lesson — that I kept mulling over between readings.
The way we had met — and eventually fallen in love — is comparable to those love stories, almost as if it was written from a script. Part of me believed it could never happen again, that that kind of luck just can’t happen twice.
But now I realize that if I settle for anything less, I’m selling myself short.
“Don’t think you are. Know you are.”
Morpheus to Neo, The Matrix