Our last summer slipping through my fingers

I can't believe I almost teared while watching Mamma Mia. The movie, on the whole, was fantastic, and I love the songs! The ending was kind of ridiculous, but that's part of the charm I guess. The movie with its enchanting combination of songs did invite overwhelming reflection at some parts.

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer

Memories that remain
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand

Various songs triggered different sentiments and thoughts. Our Last Summer made me so nostalgic for the friendships and the times I spent with dearest friends. What will we feel when we look back at these moments in time to come? How will I feel?

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
Im glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping Through My Fingers and the plot that was centered on the relationship shared between Donna and Sophie made me reflect on familial ties. It makes me wonder how and why we could put on our worst behaviour for the ones who care most and our best behavior for the ones who care least. My 8-5 job has made me realize how tiring working can be, even when I am not doing much. To exacerbate matters, our parents have to tolerate our nonsense even after a long day of hardwork. All those times of self-righteousness and selfishness... they can only be reduced to shamefulness in the face of such sacrifice. How do we change?

The eve of Christmas certainly invites for introspection. Somehow, I am less excited about Christmas this year. Does age blighten our ideals? Has a film of dirt enveloped the lenses through which we perceive the world over time? I think we are all in need of catalysts to fire up those imaginative and optimistic cylinders from time to time. Or do we?

And finally, to my dearest hair, please do grow up faster.